"What do you mean by 'different'? Can you actually get centuries-old turtle shells?" Upon hearing Yan Fei claimed that his medicinal wine was different from others, Old He, lying there, sneered.
One way or another, the old man was now finding fault with everything he saw and heard. Yan Fei chose not to argue with him, thinking to himself: A turtle as large as a room must be at least several decades if not a hundred years old, right? Maybe there are even thousand-year-old ones too. Unfortunately, you won't get a reward even if you're right...
"What, are you too cocky to acknowledge what I say, young man?" Seeing Yan Fei ignoring him, Old He became even more disgruntled. "Come on, pour me a glass so I can taste it. If it's not as good as your boasting, next time you're selling bezoars, see if you can find anyone to help you sell them…"
