His eyes were like rays, sweeping over Yuchi's clothes. Hmm, three hundred wen for a set. Then he glanced at the jade pendant on his waist, worth about an ounce of silver. In summary, just an ordinary sect disciple, he didn't hold much hope anymore. As long as it wasn't something too mundane.
"I've left the cultivator sect. I want to create my own cultivator sect so that when I return to my hometown this year, my childhood friend will be pleased." Yuchi weakly put forward this idea.
Yuchi felt his own words were somewhat strained, but the middle-aged man, having seen all there was to see in life, immediately latched onto the key phrase in Yuchi's statement: "create a cultivator sect." His expression brightened, and he took a closer look at Yuchi. This person didn't look like he could support the image of a cultivator sect; even that jade pendant seemed fake.
