Wang Quan knew better than to push his luck.
The boys and girls were pleased, and Venerable Spirit Demon was even more delighted.
He tossed Wang Quan a hemp rope and taught him the [Flying Rope Technique].
Bili-bili!
Jabber-jabber!
Venerable Spirit Demon swayed his head as he explained for a while, then sighed.
"This [Flying Rope Technique] is profoundly mysterious."
"If you study diligently and practice hard, you'll certainly be able to use it to find the [Miracle Palace]."
Wang Quan held the hemp rope and asked blankly, "Then, Venerable One, what level do I need to reach before I have a chance of finding the [Miracle Palace]?"
Venerable Spirit Demon scratched his head. "My hemp rope is a thousand feet long, and I still haven't found the [Miracle Palace]."
"You'll need to cultivate a hemp rope at least one thousand and ten feet long to have any hope."
Wang Quan swallowed. "Is this hemp rope easy to cultivate?"
A girl beside him chuckled. "You can cultivate ten feet in a thousand years!"
Wang Quan looked at the hemp rope in his hand, as thin as a strand of hair and only a foot long, and suddenly fell silent.
He no longer wanted to talk to the beings here.
He wanted to slam the table and leap to his feet, berating these people and letting them know he didn't want to hear their jokes.
Unfortunately, there was no table before him, so he had nothing to slam.
Thus, he decided to endure it for now.
Next time there's a table, I'll definitely slam it and leap to my feet to berate them.
As he pondered, a boy took tables, chairs, and benches out of his Hundred-Treasure Pouch and set them out, then clapped to summon numerous spirit monsters to serve