Predicament

Qiao San stared at Zhuge Tian in amazement.

Zhuge Tian glared at him out of the corner of his eye. "What? You don't agree with me?"

"Young lord, you have finally come through!" Qiao San said with excitement. "How I have longed for this day!"

Zhuge Tian responded plainly, "No need for the rush. We'll take things slow. What's mine will be mine!"

"Yes, yes!" Qiao San nodded enthusiastically, beaming from ear to ear. "Young lord is the lord of Crouching Bull Mountain and would be its future owner. How could you possibly be dispirited and let others boss you around?"

"Who's the current head of the faction?" Zhuge Tian asked. "Murong Chun?"

Qiao San heaved a sigh. A helpless expression graced his face. "It's elder Murong."

"That wolffish intent!" Zhuge Tian chuckled dryly. "He just can't wait for my father to cultivate in isolation or get completely consumed by cultivation…"