Su Bei returned to the thatched cottage and sat quietly on the bed, deep in thought.
He really wanted to slack off. However, Wenren Pingxin—despite giving the impression that all his brains had turned to brawn—was still good to him.
He didn't know the exact time of the last disciple recruitment. However, having spent so many years in Sword Sect, Su Bei still vaguely knew a thing or two.
For example, ever since Sect Leader Shangguan Wendao left, the quality of recruitment in Sword Sect had gradually declined.
If it weren't for the reputation of being a top sect and the profound heritage of Sword Sect, they would have probably lost their prestigious status long ago.
This time, I must do well! Luring in more talented disciples is good for both the sect and myself! After all, the better the disciples, the prouder the master feels.
Ah! What can I do to turn the tide?
