The Old Man's Story

After agreeing to the old man's request, Wang Xian made no demands of his own.

He decided to ask Shangguan Ruoyan on the way to Dragon Valley, then make up his mind.

After all, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't find a reason to.

He didn't want to become the old man's disciple, much less get anything from him. Even if the old man had entered the Immortal Realm, he still wasn't the Heavenly Dao and couldn't solve the troubles plaguing Wang Xian.

The old man hadn't expected Wang Xian to accept his request without asking for anything in return. He couldn't help but freeze.

He smiled. "Why didn't you ask how I found you?"

"I don't want to know!"

Wang Xian sighed. He had slain the general of Dragon City outside the inn. Anyone with eyes should have been able to figure it out.

And the old man was a divine physician, with a nose like a dog's. Wang Xian wouldn't have been surprised if he'd sniffed out the aura of a divine dragon on him.

The old man smiled wryly. "Young master, are you from Dragon Valley?"

Wang Xian shook his head. "No."

The old man smiled. "Meeting me is your good fortune!"

"Why?" Wang Xian laughed.

"I can take you across the river!"

The old man said, "On the way to Dragon Valley... you'll have to cross a river. With your current cultivation, it seems you can't make it across, but I can."

Wang Xian smiled. "I don't have to go..."

The old man rolled his eyes. "You're carrying the aura of a divine dragon. You're heading north. If not to Dragon Valley, then where?"

Wang Xian couldn't be bothered to answer. He got up, dragged over a recliner, and leaned back in it.