\nMartial Uncle Ge walked over towards the old man and sat beside him. The contrast highlighted the old man’s half-new robe, which was shabby and worn-out.
One man gave off an air of magnificence, while the other was battered by the vicissitudes of life.
“Old Tao, where’s the Phantom King Core you were talking about?” Martial Uncle Ge wasn’t polite to the old man either.
The old man rolled his eyes. “Call me Senior Brother Tao. Of course, the Phantom King Core is on the phantom king. Do you want me to give it to you for nothing? Dream on!”
“How much? I’ll pay you,” said Martial Uncle Ge while taking out a check.
The old man rolled his eyes once again, almost dropping them out of their sockets. “Showing off your money, huh. I don’t want your stinking money. As a Daoist priest of Mt. Mao, you had the nerve to open a company? You’ve betrayed your teacher and destroyed your ancestors.”