"Don't blame me for being talkative, but could you tell me, since you've set up shop here, have you ever actually done business?" Wulu laughed and didn't mind, speaking out.
"This..." Just as the blind elder began to speak, his stomach inopportunely grumbled.
Clearly, not only had he not done any business, but he also couldn't even fill his stomach.
Seeing this, Wulu gave a wry smile, intending to give him some Silver Coins, but realized he only had Spirit Stones. He wanted to offer some dry rations, yet he only had elixirs on him.
"Old man, I don't have Silver Coins on me, only a pot of brew. If you don't mind, please have a drink," Wulu said after some thought.
His brew was naturally an Immortal Brew filled with Spiritual Power. Just one cup could prolong the old man's life, let alone satisfy his hunger, though of course, he could not drink too much, as his mortal flesh could not withstand it.
