Long Ming smiled and started walking. The old man followed behind, still clutching the wine gourd tightly.
Behind them, the crowd whispered even louder than before.
"Who is that young man? He actually calmed down that mad old ghost…"
Long Ming didn't care about the gossip. He simply walked ahead, hands behind his back, a lazy smile on his face. Another interesting fish had taken the bait.
" So, you are a treasure refiner. Must be quite experienced."
" How did you know I am a treasure refiner? The old man asked in curiosity. Long Ming pointed at him, " Well, robust physique, hands are like vices, intense but chaotic flame energy within the body."
" Then why couldn't I be a blacksmith? How did you know I know rune inscription as well?"
Long Ming laughed, " Your spiritual qi is strong. Besides, I saw the small runic chain on your crippled arm. I believe you inscribed it to stop the spread of the curse?"
" Who are you?" The old man's voice deepened, but Long Ming merely stopped.
