As the sun sank in the west, Maa Shan, finished with his long day, arrived at a tavern. He called over a waiter and ordered a pot of Monkey Brew.
"Brother Maa."
A shadow fell over his table.
An old man holding a Snake Staff sat down in front of him and spoke with a cheerful smile.
"Have you considered the proposal I made a few days ago?"
"Elder Mu," Maa Shan said, shaking his head.
"I plan to stay on the Island of Continuous Mountains and see if I can take a shot at reaching Fifth Grade."
"Sigh!" Elder Mu let out a soft sigh.
"Very well."
"You're still young. Although you're only a low Sixth-Grade, you still have a chance to push for Fifth Grade."
"Unlike old geezers like us. Our futures are hopeless. All we can do is return to the mainland, find a city, and live out our days in comfort."
"I wouldn't say that," Maa Shan said, his expression complex.
