A smug grin spread across Han Yu's face as he imagined himself lounging in some luxurious peak, basking in the admiration of fellow disciples. Yes, the Twin Leaf Peak Sect was his golden ticket to the high life—or at least, that's what he hoped.
"Stop grinning like an idiot," Xu Qing sighed.
"Can't help it. This place is amazing."
"Just wait until training starts."
Han Yu's grin faltered. "Training?"
"Yes. You'll wish you were back in that outpost by the end of your first session."
Han Yu gulped. Maybe scamming fate came with a price tag after all. He tried to ignore it for the time being and focused on the task at hand.
"Speaking of servants, how many does a place like this need?" Han Yu couldn't help but wonder.
"Quite a lot," Xu Qing said. "I think there are more servants than there are disciples in the sect."
"That many?" Han Yu was surprised. "And how many disciples are there?"
"You already know the ranks of disciples, right?" Xu Qing hoped.
