"You're making it sound so mystical, as if you've secretly entered the Imperial Palace before."
Hearing the chubby old man's convincing words, Chen Tang couldn't help but feel a bit dubious.
What kind of place is the Imperial Palace? Could anyone just slip in so easily?
The chubby old man smirked, about to speak, when he saw Qingmu and Zhiwei return from outside, pushing the door open.
"Wow, Grandpa Chen, you're amazing."
Seeing the chubby old man hanging on the mud wall, Zhiwei found it both amusing and impressive, and couldn't help but praise.
The chubby old man was very satisfied, then looked at Qingmu, and said, "It's just right that you're back. Disciple, this kid doubts your master's methods. Tell him, what is the title of your master that resonates throughout Jianghu and shakes the court?"
The chubby old man thought that boasting about himself wasn't very effective, so it was better to have someone else speak for him to be more convincing.
"This..."
