Jian Wushuang did not agree directly and used Wang Lun to dodge the question.
"Wang Helmsman!" Wu Xing murmured, his tone somewhat strange when calling Wang Lun's name.
If an ordinary person were to listen, they would definitely sense something off.
He was practically saying it directly.
What was Wang Lun to him?
Wouldn't it be more satisfying to kill and establish himself as king, rather than working under a small-time crook?
But Wu Xing was smart; he didn't say it outright but hinted subtly instead.
He started talking about the ranking order of Qingshui Mountain.
"Brother Wushuang, you are a man of both literary and martial talents. Even in our Qingshui Mountain, you have the demeanor of a mountain lord. Moreover, my brother has always trusted people without a doubt, and those capable always have more work without a second word. To be honest, we currently lack someone like you in Qingshui Mountain, and the position of deputy mountain lord has been vacant for a long time!"