Song Jian's behavior, in the eyes of game NPCs like Duan Xingliu and the child acolytes, naturally seemed a bit crude, but to players it was nothing out of the ordinary.
When it came to real benefits, what was face worth? Merely for a few scoffs from two people, Song Jian had gained a third of his Experience Points. Where else could such benefits be found?
However, Song Jian wouldn't forget the real business for which he had come here just for a bit of gain. If he did, he would truly be penny wise and pound foolish. Therefore, he kept close behind Duan Xingliu, stepping into the cottage.
Upon entering, Song Jian found the cottage almost devoid of furniture. A painting hung on the wall facing the door with several cushions placed beneath it. A white-haired, bearded elder was sitting cross-legged on one of the cushions. He did not exude any aura of power, appearing just like an ordinary elder.
