Without question, those words had deeply moved the old man, but when he looked at Li Ziran's youthful face, he still shook his head.
Too young!
He could not place his future in the hands of a young man who had only just emerged. Years of struggling in the Void Expanse had taught him that fledglings brimming with hot blood did not necessarily live long.
He had talent and ambition, but he had not been tempered by time!
"I can't give you any special help. Those are the rules of Six Flavors House. We attendants avoid crossing paths with our patrons whenever possible." The old man rose and headed for the second floor.
Li Ziran was deeply puzzled. He had clearly seen that the old man was tempted, so why had he refused? He could only follow after him. The corridor was still the same corridor, yet the old man stopped before Room 036. This was his private room.
A wrinkled hand landed on the rusted doorknob. At that moment, it trembled uncontrollably. Only after exerting tremendous effort did he manage to twist the handle and push open the wooden door.
He hesitated at the entrance for a long while before taking a step forward, as if he had made some momentous decision.
Li Ziran followed him inside and gently shut the door. Now, in this private room of less than three square meters, only he and the old man remained.
The old man said nothing. He used his broad sleeve to wipe the only table. There was no dust on it, yet he kept wiping without pause. For a full quarter of an hour, he polished it with his sleeve until it nearly gleamed with oil. At last, the old man stopped, shakily climbed onto the stool, and sat