You need it?
Yu Ci's first reaction was wariness. Wonderful Cave True Incense had endless wondrous uses and was closely tied to venerating gods and offering sacrifices to ghosts. Given the old man's identity as a spirit shaman, and Yu Ci's purpose in coming to Yinkui City, did the intended use of this thing even need to be stated?
If it had been in his hands, he would certainly have found a way to politely decline. But right now, the thing was still in someone else's hands.
Looking at Jin Changhua again, ever since the old man had appeared, his originally forceful manner had withered somewhat. The moment the old man spoke, he cupped his hands and said, "Since Master Zhang needs it, how could I refuse?"
The old man nodded at him. "If I recall correctly, you are from Qianzhang City. Calling me 'teacher' shames me. Do not judge by this shell of flesh; if we truly speak of age, you are actually quite a bit older than I am..."
It sounded rather absurd, but that was the gap between the Core Restoration and Spirit Communion realms. Jin Changhua had run wild through Qianzhang City for over a century and was surely more than two hundred years old. The old man's cultivation was lower, and even having lived to such frail old age, he was only around one hundred and fifty. Of course, when had the cultivation world ever truly ranked people by "respecting the old and cherishing the young"?
Jin Changhua repeatedly said, "The accomplished are teachers, the accomplished are teachers," his apprehension laid bare beyond doubt.
The old man laughed soundlessly and stopped being polite. Trembling, he stepped forward, extended his still-shaking, withered fingers, drew out a stick of incense, and tucked it into his sleeve. Then