What nonsense about not needing guidance, not believing in fate, and dragging in irrelevant things—bah! Isn't it just because it's too expensive?
On the long street, the elderly man stepped back a few paces, seemingly reevaluating the famed young genius before him. He sighed, "To haggle over the price of something calculated by one who knows the fate of gods and ghosts, a so-called semi-immortal of the human realm—you certainly have skill!"
Semi-immortal?
Jiang Wang smiled without responding.
This mysterious old man finally began "working." He scrutinized Jiang Wang thoroughly from head to toe, looking repeatedly.
"Hurry up; I actually have things to tend to," Jiang Wang reminded.
The old man wasn't offended and merely sighed, "Judging by your appearance, you're currently basking in the joys of success with an extraordinary status in life!"
Jiang Wang replied, "You don't need to look at my appearance for that—just look at my horse, and you'll know!"
