The Name of Immortal Being in Clouds sounded otherworldly. However, the old man Jiang was like a salesman who knocked at your door. He kept talking like the surging Yangtze River.
Zhang Tie didn't know whether this person was a chatterbox or had been lonely for too long. Given the personality of the role of Cui Li, even though he was simple, honest and reticent, he still felt intolerant after hearing the old man talking about his glorious image in Iron Cloud Medium-sized Domain for half an hour.
"What the hell do you want to say?" Zhang Tie glared at that old man impatiently who was 1,000 m away as he reproached, "I'm going to the Mountain Ruins. If you want to talk about your stories, you'd better talk about it in teahouses in the downtown. Stop being so garrulous. I prefer to fight you here rather than listening to your chatters."
