The Old Taoist burst into laughter after listening and shook his head.
"Right or wrong, it's exactly like when I was young!"
Logan didn't understand what the Old Taoist meant by his words.
"If you're willing, I can offer you an opportunity. What do you say, boy? I find you quite appealing."
Logan really couldn't fathom the purpose of the man before him coming here, and for a moment, he dared not reply.
He turned his head to glance at the City Lord inside the house, who seemed oblivious to the undercurrents between them, still sitting there composedly.
He even began to contact others as if he was preparing Spirit Stones for his own competition in the afternoon.
Just as Logan thought about how to attract the City Lord's attention, the Old Taoist's voice lost its playfulness and he spoke indifferently.
"No need to try to attract his notice. I have no Malice towards you. I truly think you have potential, boy. If you're not willing, I won't force you."
