The wooden hut was indeed shabby, but repairing it wasn't too much trouble. All it required was shaving some planks and nailing them on. For this kind of work, let alone two hundred taels—if Gu Sheng merely called out, even for fifty taels, there would be plenty of people rushing to do it. Liu Yiming, fearing Gu Sheng might change his mind, hastily stuffed the silver note into his jacket. "This small matter, rest assured! Once I finish tidying up the place, I'll also help prepare your bedding while I'm at it! If you've got other tasks, go ahead and take care of them first!"
Gu Sheng chuckled but said nothing, turning around and retracing his steps back to the fork in the road that led to the three mountain peaks.
"Forget it, might as well head to War God Peak."
In the Holy Pill Sect, each mountain peak had its own Merit Hall. However, the tasks issued by each Merit Hall differed—not only in difficulty but also in type.
