"K-kid... why does this smell a little..."
The old drunk wrinkled his nose and eyed the jade bottle in An Chen's hand, asking in confusion.
An Chen put the cap back on and tucked the jade bottle into his ring, then said with an air of mystery, "You have no idea. This stuff smells foul, but its effects during cultivation are incredible."
The old drunk pondered for a moment, then frowned and asked skeptically, "What herb was this refined from? Why haven't I heard of anything with those properties?"
"What's so strange about that? There are plenty of things you've never seen. Besides, didn't you sense the soul power fluctuations in this medicinal liquid?"
The old drunk sat back down on his stool, took a sip of tea, and fell into thought.
An Chen remained unhurried, casually picking up food from the table and eating at his leisure.
After a while, the old drunk seemed to reach a conclusion. He raised his head and stared at An Chen, his formerly languid gaze turning sharp. A wave of soul power pressure erupted from his body and bore down on An Chen.
"Kid, haven't you heard that you shouldn't flaunt your wealth? Judging by your age, you must be a soul master who's only just started out, right?" The old drunk's tone grew cutting.
An Chen's eyes shifted almost imperceptibly. Then he pretended to be frightened by the pressure, sweating profusely as he stared at the old drunk in terror.
"Hmph. Kid, there are too many prying eyes here. Let's take this outside," the old drunk said with a cold snort.
With that, he stood up, slung an arm around An Chen's shoulders, and walked out of the inn with him as though they were the best of friends.
Naturally, he paid