"Uncle, do we have any orders?"
Tang San swept through the food like a whirlwind scattering clouds, then wiped his mouth and asked once he was full.
"Just one. You can take it for practice." Tie Niu looked at the wreckage on the table and shook his head helplessly. Some of that food had been his, but it didn't matter. The boy must have been truly hungry.
Besides, he intended to raise Tang San as his own son...
"Only one? Business is that slow?" Tang San frowned. How was that supposed to support him?
Before long, he planned to attend Shrek, too.
"Even this is pretty good. We earn one or two Gold Soul Coins a month, barely enough to keep ourselves fed and clothed," Tie Niu said with a sigh.
"Don't worry, I have a way!" Tang San said confidently. "Uncle, do you know about the Godly Zhuge Crossbow from ten thousand years ago? I heard Tang San... our ancestor developed it. It could inflict considerable damage without any soul power."
On his way here, he hadn't seen one in the hands of any of the people on the streets, not even the City Defense Army. Presumably, its manufacturing methods had been lost over ten thousand years. Once he showed a little of his ability, he wouldn't even need to produce the full-powered version. A mere (incomplete version) of the Godly Zhuge Crossbow would let him astonish the world once again!
Then, just as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect had sought him out to cooperate ten thousand years ago, he could accumulate his starting capital, join Shrek Academy, and rise to the pinnacle of life!
Tie Niu gave Tang San an odd look, then gestured with his chin toward the seat beneath his backside.
Baffled, Tang San followed