Yan Yuxi's paternal uncle was over four hundred years old. At that age, even a pig would have become a spirit, so he should not have been amazed by a single sentence. But in truth, an information society and an agrarian society were entirely different.
In the internet age, more than ninety percent of netizens knew that free was the most expensive. But this understanding had been distilled by countless users and internet companies, then spread by countless others, which was why it had become so widely known.
But on the Kunhao Plane, there was no such saying. Even if someone realized it, they would treat it as a family precept and be unlikely to pass it around casually—this was an age of information blockade.
The more her uncle pondered it, the more flavor he found in those words. "Strange. How could a mere Qi Refining Stage cultivator understand such things? Have you noticed that the group around Mountain Lord Feng... are all especially peculiar?"
"I noticed that long ago." Yan Yuxi nodded. "The aura around those people is somewhat incompatible with ours, and their temperament is different as well. It seems they truly did come from the same sect."
"Anyway, I think... perhaps they came from some strange plane, with a different inheritance." Her uncle did not know the term "cultural differences," but "different inheritance" meant much the same thing. "I suggest you try adopting their way of thinking."
It was truly rare for someone over four hundred years old to still be willing to try new things instead of clinging to the old and refusing to change.
Yan Yuxi also felt that giving it a try was no great issue. At worst, she would give away the land she had lent out; it was only some Spirit Stones.