The name Cloud Immortal Elder sounded lofty and otherworldly, but Old Jiang was practically like a salesman knocking on your door. The moment he opened his mouth, his words surged forth like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, endless and unstoppable.
Zhang Tie had no idea whether the man was simply a chatterbox or had been lonely for too long and had finally found someone willing to listen. Even in the role of Cui Li, no matter how simple-minded and taciturn he was supposed to be, after listening to the old man prattle in his ear for half an hour about his own glorious image in the Iron Cloud Central Region, Zhang Tie's ears began to go numb.
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Zhang Tie looked impatiently at Cloud Immortal Elder in the distance, glaring at the old man with tiger-like menace as he barked, "I'm going to Mountain Ruins. If you want someone to listen to these stories, go tell them to your heart's content at a teahouse in the city. Don't nag in my ear. Keep nagging, and do you want to have a fight with me here?"
"Heh heh heh, wasn't I just afraid that Brother Cui wouldn't believe what I said? That's why I introduced myself in a little more detail!" Cloud Immortal Elder gave a dry laugh and stopped rambling.
Zhang Tie ignored him and continued flying upward.
After flying like this for half an hour, Cloud Immortal Elder, who had been silent for a long while, saw that Zhang Tie was no longer treating him with such hostility. His eyes rolled twice, and he could not help opening his mouth again.
"Is this Brother Cui's first time going to Mountain Ruins?"
"So what if it is?" Zhang Tie glanced at Cloud Immortal Elder