"Elder, is there anything I can assist you with?"
Following that, Shu Guan asked once more.
The old man looked at him, hesitated for a moment, and cautiously inquired:
"Mr. Shu, are you really a cultivator?"
This question had already been posed by the elderly man at the train station last time.
At the time, Shu Guan didn't directly respond, but his attitude all but confirmed it to the elder.
Yet, the old man was asking again; it seemed crucial to him whether Shu Guan really was a cultivator.
Shu Guan still did not directly answer; he simply extended one hand and pressed it against the tea kettle at the edge of the table.
The tea kettle had just been placed on the stove, and it would take at least five or six minutes for the water to boil.
But as soon as Shu Guan's palm touched the tea kettle, wisps of steam immediately began to rise from the spout, and the sound of boiling water echoed from inside the kettle.
