"Who exactly am I?" The old man looked at Ye Qing and nodded with a serious expression, saying, "That's a good question, a very good question."
Ye Qing looked speechlessly at the old man, thinking, you don't need to repeat my words, just tell me who you are and why you're here, that's enough.
"Who exactly am I, where do I come from, and where am I going? These questions are truly worth pondering!"
The old man's next few words nearly made Ye Qing cough up blood. I'm asking you questions, and you're discussing philosophy with me?
"Sir, let's not talk about these first, why don't you tell me your name?" Ye Qing quickly interrupted the old man's words. The more he looked at this old man, the more he resembled Old Wang Ba. Plus, judging from the way he's talking, he's probably another one who's full of nonsense. If he keeps talking like this, who knows when he'll stop.
