C77 Disciple Hall Book Pavilion

"Old man, has anyone ever told you that you're just asking for trouble?"

Meng Yang couldn't help but be speechless as he stared at the old man's face, marked by wrinkles that seemed to dance with smug satisfaction.

He casually placed three soul stones on the table from his storage ring, too indifferent to engage with the man any further, and prepared to head upstairs