Now, this was surprising.
Ryeo Wang wanted to speak with him? At this moment? He showed no signs at all!
However, as soon as the old man showed what was behind his back, Zeno finally understood.
Ryeo had two pieces of wood in one hand and a pile of dried leaves on the other.
He wanted to learn how to make a fire.
Ryeo was about to open his mouth, but Zeno held out a hand. "Did you bring two sets?" he softly asked.
A small smile appeared on Ryeo's wrinkly face, and he grabbed something from his pockets, giving the other set to Zeno.
"We need to sit," Zeno muttered. "Making a fire isn't something an amateur can make."
Ryeo clicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes. "I am 88 years old. Are you underestimating my power?"
Zeno pursed his lips. "You've never made it before, have you?"
"I have tried," he said with pride. "But it never worked out."
