Xiao Feng grinned: "That's right, a wise man adapts to circumstances; it's beneficial for both of us."
"Oh really?" Ninth Master snorted coldly, dissatisfied, "What's in it for me?"
Xiao Feng thought seriously for a moment, then said: "At the very least, you won't have to wear a silver bracelet, shave your head, wear an orange vest, live in a place without paying, and eat food without spending money."
"..." Ninth Master.
This is supposed to be a benefit?
Perhaps out of a guilty conscience, Xiao Feng felt a bit bad for treating an elderly man like this, so he said: "Actually, I think it's a waste for you not to pass on your skills. Why not..."
Ninth Master refused outright: "I will never pass on my skills; it's not helping others, it's harming them."
Xiao Feng frowned and said: "Hear me out, I'm not asking you to teach tomb robbery; teach it to legitimate archaeologists. This way, the skills aren't lost, they're used in the right place, and that's your contribution."
