It was clear that the old man before him was no ordinary person; he even had the playful stubbornness of an old child. Therefore, concealing matters from someone like him would offer no advantage. It would be better to state his intentions plainly, which might leave room for discussion and possibly achieve the desired outcome.
The old man paused, poured a cup of tea, and then continued, "Why should I help you?"
"Because fate has brought us together," Wang Zhan quickly replied with a grin.
Shaking his head with an expression of helplessness, the old man said, "I rarely venture out. I only left my home this time to deal with a Cat Demon Beast, but I never expected to encounter such an intriguing young man. It's quite fascinating, really."
"It seems you also feel that fate had a hand in our meeting, Senior," Wang Zhan quickly moved closer to him, pressing his advantage.
"You don't need to call me Senior. Just use my name," the old man countered.
