Chi Huo Old Ghost hurried forward. "Young Master," he said, "I've gathered news on that Celestial Artisan. He's not currently in the city. He cultivates on Qiaojiang Mountain, five thousand li away."
"They say the man is eccentric and unpredictable. If you wish to hire him, Young Master, I'm afraid it will be rather difficult."
"Rarity creates value. You can count all the Celestial Artisans in the Daqi Cultivation World on two hands, and even fewer have reached Tier Two. It's only normal for them to be a little eccentric.
"Besides," Song Changsheng said, glancing at him nonchalantly, "if it wasn't for that tricky angle of your spell, why would I even need to hire him?"
"I deserve death." Chi Huo Old Ghost immediately bowed to apologize, sweat beading on his forehead.
"Enough. I was just making an offhand comment.
All of you go back to your rooms and rest. Tomorrow at 7:45 AM, I will pay a visit to the Celestial Artisan."
