But not an ordinary chatterbox, more like a conspiracy theorist who had been silent for too long, eager to spill everything to someone willing to listen:
"But when you have almost understood, you will pretend to convey what you know about the Name Ancestor, derived from the Demon Ancestor."
"Old man knows everything, just doesn't say it. You met the Demon Ancestor on the river of time, right?"
Xu Xiaoshou remained expressionless.
Even his soul showed not a hint of agitation.
He listened absentmindedly, the only uncertainty being whether this state was the Medicine Ancestor's true nature, or just a facade created to extract information.
"You're wrong, Xu Xiaoshou."
"You're too young, too naive."
The old man took off his straw hat, his baldness resembling Elder Sang's.
Xu Xiaoshou focused on trivial matters to distract himself, pondering a question like:
Is everyone with a hat bald?
The old man suddenly stopped, eyes bright, fixating on the young man before him, questioning:
