Hearing Wufu's blunt critique of this Internal Cultivation Method, the old man hiding in the shadows finally couldn't hold back and jumped out, pointing at her angrily, "You, do you even know what a treasure is, you little girl?"
A perfectly good Internal Cultivation Method was dismissed as worthless by her, as if it were something bought on the street for ten wen money, truly exasperating.
"Oh my, you finally came out, I thought you intended to peek until dawn!" Wufu said with a half-smile.
The white-bearded old man raised an eyebrow, glanced at the two of them, and said, "I'm afraid you'll damage my treasures on this floor."
Wufu snorted dismissively.
The white-bearded old man gave a light humph, looked around the room, and finally pulled out a thin, dusty book from under a cabinet and tossed it to Wufu.
Dust flew up, and both of them leaned back, using their hands to wave away the flying dust, coughing twice.
"Old man, you did that on purpose!"
