"I understand nothing!" Old Man Dong grumbled.
"I have no stock left. If this ancestor doesn't get his drink, he'll think I'm disrespecting him, and I'll be skinned alive."
"Really out of stock?" Chen Yuan's brow furrowed as he glanced at Old Dong, half smiling.
"What kind of look is that? I'd be a little dog if I were lying." Old Man Dong feigned anger, his eyes involuntarily darting around, raising a single finger as he said this.
Chen Yuan showed a regretful expression, "Ah, in his previous life he was one of the Heavenly People, with three complete Luck Spirit Roots. I originally planned to host a drinking session and bring you along. A pity though, you saw before that the Magic Technique to achieve Martial Saint was passed on by this elder."
"Forget it, forget it!"
Saying this, he turned to leave.
Old Man Dong realized he truly knew of this. He had been there in person and had indeed seen Chen Yuan succeed in reaching Martial Saint after the technique was passed to him.
