"From the very beginning until now, this has been your only hobby?" The Immortal Hall Lord glanced at the chicken bones remaining in the Old Man's hands and smiled teasingly.
"A hobby doesn't need to be plentiful. Having one is enough." The Old Man grinned, his mouth glistening with grease. "Do you have anything else to eat here? I came back in a hurry and didn't even have time to go home. My pockets are empty—there's nothing to eat."
"I have some food a friend gave me. If you don't mind, I'll give you some."
With a wave of the Immortal Hall Lord's hand, an enormous amount of food appeared before them—hundreds of varieties, dazzling to the eye.
"Whoa, does your friend think you're a pig? They sent you so much food. This old man is jealous." The Old Man's eyes lit up, and he immediately began stuffing himself without the slightest politeness.
His table manners were exceptionally wild—one could even call them crude. He grabbed everything with his bare hands, while grease and wine streamed down from the corners of his mouth, soaking his beard and the front of his robe.
The Immortal Hall Lord shook her head slightly. She had long since grown accustomed to the Old Man's way of eating. The first time she saw it, she had even complained about it; now she could not be bothered anymore. Let him do as he pleased.
The Old Man's origins were far from ordinary, and his identity was ancient enough to terrify others. He was the Progenitor of the Primordial Battle Clan in the First Heavenly Vault—the Battle Ancestor!
"This old man thinks I know who the friend you mentioned is. I even saw him just now. Not bad, not bad—still as outstanding and young as ever."
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