Feng Jiu's face immediately showed a disappointed expression as she said, "You old fox, all those years of cultivation might as well have been spent on a dog."
The old man, unfazed by her words, stroked his beard and laughed heartily, "Don't try to provoke me with that tactic; I'm no greenhorn, and such tricks won't work on me."
"Speaking of which, if it weren't for me, you wouldn't have broken free from your shackles. You owe me a favor that you need to repay," Feng Jiu said softly, her eyes darting around mischievously.
"Don't talk nonsense, young girl. I owe this young brother by your side, not you. Without me covering up the secrets of heaven for you, you wouldn't be standing here today," the old man said, still smiling.
"His favor is my favor," Feng Jiu declared matter-of-factly, not minding Lin Fang's astonished look.
Shaking his head with a sigh, the old man said, "You've become much more troublesome than before. Tell me, what exactly do you want me to help you with?"
