Unknown to others, they would find his act of gift-giving tacky and unbearable, inadvertently looking down on him.
Not even affording a few servants, as the ruler of one prefecture, carrying loads personally—what an absurd appearance this was.
Zhou Ping'an shook his head and smiled,
"It's merely for preserving Master's face; the opinions of others are, in fact, not too important. They may laugh now, but soon, they won't be able to."
He had already seen it.
Along the way, some disciples giggled and pointed.
More and more disciples from various peaks were turning their heads back to look.
The gazes directed at him were quite peculiar.
For, someone had recognized their identities already.
"Zhou Ping'an and Lin Huaiyu of Emerald Peak, weren't they said to have gained great fame at the foot of the mountain, now occupying the land of three counties, amassing substantial Qi fortune, and advancing rapidly in cultivation? How come they are carrying loads up the mountain?"
