An old farmer complained that Xiao Genzi's Golden Juice wasn't of good quality.
Xiao Genzi was displeased.
"Old sir, don't look down on this small spoonful. If you spread it thinly, it can fertilize an acre of land. If you think that's not enough, I can give you this entire bucket. But to casually claim the quality is lacking, now that I can't bear to hear. Do you know what sect I belong to?"
The elder laughed. "What sect could you be? Looking at your attire, it's clear you're from the Gold Cultivation."
Xiao Genzi was shocked. Gold Cultivation was so rare, yet this elder could recognize it.
"Since you know I'm from Gold Cultivation, how can you say the quality of this is lacking?"
"Lacking means lacking. Your Golden Juice doesn't even have the slightest scent," the elder said, touching the Golden Juice in the spoon with his hand.
Xiao Genzi quickly retracted his spoon. "Old Man, you mustn't touch that! It's hard to wash off once contaminated."
