The old man stroked his beard, looking not the slightest bit flustered. After witnessing Ren Feng's shock for several seconds, he finally spoke slowly, "Of course, there are special circumstances."
"What special circumstances?" Ren Feng asked immediately.
"You might not even survive the next three years." The old man glanced at Ren Feng.
What the hell!
Old man, can you stop discouraging me?
"Old man, can you be serious? Aren't you feeling even a little nervous?" Ren Feng looked speechless.
"Nervous about what? It's not like I'm the one with the Nine Yang Body." The old man poured a pot of tea, slowly took a sip, and smacked his lips.
"Ah, the process of this tea is not right; the flavor hasn't fully come out." The old man shook his head.
Ren Feng looked defeated, "And you said before that the Nine Yang Body is so amazing?"
