"Dirty things?"
The Cyan Fish Bronze Vehicle glided slowly through the air, Lin Hai retreated, and Zhang Ze leaned against the railing, surprised.
Zhang Ze didn't expect Mr. Sanbao to say such things, after all, everyone here is an immortal cultivator. Many things that can't be explained are often attributed to insufficient cultivation, blaming them on some dirty things seems somewhat superstitious.
"Yes, there's definitely something dirty over there," Mr. Sanbao emphasized again to Zhang Ze, stroking his half-white beard.
"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Ze asked.
Mr. Sanbao thought for a moment, but started talking about something else.
"Although business is about human relations and worldly affairs, at the end of the day, what matters is who has the bigger fist."
