"Grandpa, I brought you some liquor."
"I can hear you! Don't make such a fuss. Don't you know you aren't supposed to wake up a sleeping old man?"
Han Fei pretended not to hear him and retorted, "If you really want to sleep, I won't bother you. I hurried here to help you with the plantation as soon as the spiritual beast awakening ended."
The old man took the liquor jar naturally, opened the lid, and sniffed. Then he moved his beard aside, picked up a grilled fish, and began to eat.
The old man asked, "Boy, I heard that you won first place in the Fishing Trial?"
"Yes!"
The old man went on asking, "I heard that the angel gave you the Spirit Concentration Art, right? But you only got a Spirit Swallowing Fish as your spiritual beast? That thing can only be used for soup."
Han Fei asked, "You sleep every day. Where'd you hear the news?"
The old man answered, "From that fatty."
