"Why did you even bother looking for him, such a bad luck fellow? Aren't you afraid of ominous vibes?" A short man noticed Yuan Ming looking around and called out, asking.
"Oh, I heard that his family has been making incense for generations, and they are quite skilled. I wanted to learn incense making from him," Yuan Ming could only respond accordingly.
"What good does skill do when his luck is rotten? I have never seen anyone with worse luck; in just a few days, he gambled away his entire fortune. Hehe, I heard even his wife ran off with someone else," the short man scoffed disdainfully, laughing mockingly.
"Brother, you are not aware, but he actually owes me quite a sum of money, and I really had no choice. Do you happen to know where Wu Sang is now?" Yuan Ming ignored these idle talks and whispered his question.
