Eating a flatbread, Song Qing sighed and said, "They all approach me with ulterior motives. They only want to get something from me, not give anything in return."
"Brother Song, you've gotten smarter. You're not like you used to be," the man across from Song Qing said.
At that moment, he held up his flatbread and lamented, "How much longer are we going to be eating these things?"
Song Qing sighed. "They are a bit dry."
"Wash it down with some water. It's so hard to eat them dry," a sudden voice sounded from behind.
Hearing this, Song Qing and the other man immediately turned around.
They found Jiang Man standing before the closed door, though they hadn't heard him arrive.
WHOOSH! They shot to their feet.
"Young Master Jiang," Song Qing said, his voice laced with excitement.
"E-Elder Jiang," the man across from Song Qing stammered nervously. This was a Golden Core Ancestor.
Jiang Man turned to look at the man. He seemed somewhat familiar.
