'If I pretend not to understand, knowing Feng Mingyou's personality, he'll most likely just get straight to the point.'
'That would be like forcing him to humble himself again, which would diminish some of the rapport we have.'
'So, if I'm going to do something, now is probably the best time.'
'But Feng Mingyou is a salted fish who's been air-drying for nearly twenty years. Is he still worth investing in?'
After a long moment of thought, Zhang Deming asked, "Steward Feng, you're an Advanced Apprentice—in how many skills?"
Upon hearing this, Feng Mingyou's smile widened. "A Three Skills Peak Apprentice, but unfortunately, I failed the Inner Sect promotion assessment.
"Since my cultivation was decent, I didn't have to worry about being cast out and forced to be a stallion.
"I don't have any connections, but I managed to scrape by and land a position as a Steward."
