"How did you make it back, old man?"
Qin Wen leaned against the shelves, watching the old man check out, and asked.
Yesterday, the old man had been outside selling a batch of puppies, swindling people out of a good number of Spirit Stones. Today, he was here to spend his earnings.
The old man wasn't annoyed by the question. He simply sighed and said,
"Well, I did make an effort to cooperate. Besides, back when I was young in the Beastial Sect, I only ever focused on studying beast-rearing techniques. I never got involved in any wrongdoing."
"That's how I managed to escape with my life."
"From now on, I'll just live out my retirement here in Immortal Arrival City."
Qin Wen smiled but didn't entirely believe him.
'If he was really so uninvolved,' Qin Wen thought, 'the *Distant Mountain Cold Fishing Painting* that housed a Nascent Soul grand cultivator would never have fallen into his hands.'
