After repeatedly confirming that Jiang Chen truly had not the slightest interest in the possibility of becoming a King-
Uncle Wei was rather surprised. "You're so young, yet you can resist such temptation. You may well amount to something someday!"
Jiang Chen tossed peanuts into his mouth. "You're something else yourself, you old rascal. You've been drinking fake liquor all this time without eating a single peanut. Next time the whole village gathers for a funeral feast, there'll definitely be a place for you!"
He seemed to have grown accustomed to Jiang Chen's erratic, infuriating way of thinking.
Uncle Wei sneered at that and slapped Jiang Chen's other shoulder. Unable to dodge, Jiang Chen could only watch as another greasy handprint appeared on his clothes.
"What the hell!"
"Old Wei, keep that up and we're going to fall out!"
"You'd fall out with an old man who's going into the ground tomorrow morning? Have you no shame?"
"So what if you're going into the ground? Don't make me dig up your grave!"
"Don't make me beat you up..."
"..."
The old man and the young man drank fake liquor and chatted on and off.
During their conversation, Uncle Wei also cautioned Jiang Chen that many things in this world were taboo. Perhaps Big Dipper's destruction had been destined from the very beginning.
Those names had all been too grand for the people they had been back then to bear.
Everyone in Big Dipper had actually been an extraordinary talent, tenacious in character and quick-witted. Their aptitude could be called unparalleled, and none of them had been inferior to King Chujiang's successor.
Who knew where Po Jun had gathered so many talented people back then?
Had they survived to this day, they would all have been renowned experts-Great Grandmasters at the