Elsewhere.
Seeing the white-haired old daoist's utterly unconcerned expression, True Person Qian's eyes flashed with a sly smile as he said:
"This True Person knew Fellow Daoist wouldn't believe me, didn't he?"
Just then.
The clamor outside grew louder and louder.
At that moment, a trace of urgency flickered deep in True Person Qian's eyes. Yet he feigned nonchalance, his face relaxed as he said:
"How about this!"
"This True Person will make a wager with you, with this matter as the stake. What do you say?"
As soon as the words fell.
True Person Qian smiled, his gaze fixed on the white-haired old daoist.
At the sight.
Cheng Buzheng could not help but sigh inwardly.
"This True Person Qian truly hasn't wasted his surname."
"His money-grubbing nature simply refuses to change."
"Who knows where he picked up such a habit."
But True Person Qian certainly would not tell the white-haired old daoist that he had an even stingier father—a trait passed down through the family.
Of course.
His father, who had only been in the Qi Refining Realm, had vanished without a trace when True Person Qian was still young, never to appear again.
However!
Such things were all too common in the Cultivation World.
Thus, barring any accidents, there was only one possibility.
Either he had been slain by an evil cultivator, or he had perished in the jaws of a beast.
Otherwise.
He would not simply have vanished, leaving the young True Person Qian to fend for himself in a small market town.
Likewise!
Having been steeped since childhood in the influence of his miserly old father, True Person Qian had inherited the family tradition well.
Therefore!
During his childhood, True Person Qian had received the true inheritance of his family teachings, allowing him to barely survive