The setting sun cast its lingering glow over the streets.
The closely packed houses were all washed in gold.
Luo Chen stood at the entrance of a small courtyard, facing the golden afterglow as he let out a long breath.
His negotiations with Old Yuan had met with preliminary success.
Perhaps it was because they had business dealings over Yellow Pear Wine, or perhaps because he had found Yuan Xiaoyue a safe and profitable job earning Spirit Stones.
In any case, when he had brought the wheelchair to Old Yuan's door, the old man had not refused after hearing him out.
Instead, he had said he would try to speak with Dragon Coiling Tiger, the new Hall Master of the Mining Hall.
Whether it would succeed or not, he could not guarantee.
A young girl's soft, timid voice came from behind him.
"Brother Luo, Grandpa asked me to give this to you."
An azure-green gourd rested in Yuan Xiaoyue's palms.
"He said he really liked that wheelchair!"
Luo Chen accepted the Azure Gourd and probed it slightly with his senses, unable to hide his surprise.
The material of this gourd was quite extraordinary. It had to be at least a hundred years old.
If it had been engraved with formations, it would at least have counted as a Low-Grade Magic Tool.
Old Yuan was actually this generous?
The thought flashed through Luo Chen's mind, and he laughed at himself.
Of course. The old man was not Old Taoist Chen Xiuping. He had never had any miserly persona to begin with.
He was a magnanimous old man, never hoarding his knowledge from those within or outside. Otherwise, he could not have taught two Hall Masters like Leaping Stream Tiger and Dragon Coiling Tiger.
He shook the gourd, and the sound of