While Su Chen was cultivating, in a wooden hut on the Kunlun Mountains, two old men sat facing each other across a weathered wooden table, with a pot of wine on the table.
By the leg of the table, a big yellow dog was lying with its eyes closed, as if taking a rest.
"Old ghost, this wine of yours is really something, sweet and pure!"
One of the old men said.
"Of course, this was sent by my disciple's wife!"
The other old man said with a proud smile.
"Your disciple's wife is really a fine young lady!"
The first old man said:
"But your disciple is really something else!"
"You old fortune-teller, are you bitter because that little brat bullied you!"
The old man on the opposite side burst into laughter upon hearing this.
The laughing old man was, of course, Su Chen's old ghost master, Gongsun Liang, and the old man opposite him was Zhuge Dongming!
