Xuan walked to the front of the pagoda where the voice came from. Most of the people who were reading earlier were now standing in a line, waiting for someone to give them a number so they could go upstairs.
Though...
"You're too puny to be an Alchemist!"
"You're too hairy! Shave and try again tomorrow!"
"I wouldn't buy potions from you! Next!"
The person giving all these numbers was a little unreasonable. Xuan couldn't see who it was from here, but from the giant hat constantly leaning side to side, Xuan guessed it was some kind of masochistic old man.
And when he got to the very front, his suspicions were confirmed. The man who was speaking all that shit was a cultivator in his late 60s with a brown beard and a fierce expression.
Seeing Xuan, he wasn't too impressed either.
"You seem like someone who'd much rather visit a brothel than brew a potion."
Xuan's brow twitched. "Shouldn't you be in a retirement home by now, old man?"
