"You Do Not Seek the Mountain, Yet the Mountain Comes to You."

"Then thank you, senior."

"Hey, I told you not to call me senior. Call me Drunkard Ghost Xinghe."

Drunkard Ghost Xinghe was somewhat tipsy. Wang Kui, standing to the side, had already stepped forward and slipped all the Star Metal into his own robes without leaving a trace.

It was estimated to weigh at least nearly a hundred jin—not a small amount.

"It's been a long time since I spoke with anyone."

"I lost my composure."

"My apologies."

Drunkard Ghost Xinghe suddenly sobered up considerably. He lowered his head and looked at the wine cup in his hand, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Fan immediately understood. Slapping his forehead, he hurriedly looked toward Crippled Monkey. "Bring another pot of wine."

"No need."

The Angler reached out and stopped Crippled Monkey, who was about to leave. "This pot is fine."

"But the ten-thousand-year glacier inside isn't—"

"Isn't what? You want to say it isn't Black Tortoise urine?"

Drunkard Ghost Xinghe smiled self-mockingly. "Black Tortoise urine is good stuff. Especially Black Tortoise urine frozen within a ten-thousand-year glacier. Like dragon saliva, it is all good stuff. It even has a rather elegant name: Black Tortoise Elixir. A great tonic for virility."

"A rare treasure seldom seen in this world."

"Do you know what dragon saliva is? It's dragon spit."

"Sometimes, when you think about it, it's rather bleak. Dragon spit and Black Tortoise urine are both supreme treasures, while ours? Even if we gave our spit and urine away for free, no one would want them. We might even get beaten up for it."

"Some people are born noble."

"While others, no matter how hard they strive, seem destined only to serve as tools to highlight those noble people."

"Why do you think that is?"

Chen Fan silently poured another cup of