"Cough, cough!" Old Man Gu coughed awkwardly, then spoke in a deep voice: "Kid, do you know how many weapon smiths on the Nether State continent want guidance from me?"
Old Man Ci also stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Yang Zhen's back and said, "Kid, do you know how many people on the Coast of the East Sea bring rare and precious treasures, just to seek a pill from me?"
Yang Zhen shuddered all over and turned around in surprise, looking at the two old men with a face full of admiration.
Old Man Gu and Old Man Ci seemed quite satisfied with Yang Zhen's reaction. They exchanged looks, flipped their robes and sat down. One looked calm and serene, the other looked like a profound Daoist. They both smiled and looked at Yang Zhen, their eyes as deep as the night sky.
Yang Zhen walked up to them and said uncertainly, "You elders are indeed masters!"