After two small side dishes and a bowl of white rice, the white-haired old man stretched and rubbed his belly, thoroughly satisfied.
"Brother Bai, why not join me for a walk outside?"
He stood up, picked up his cane from beside the table, and asked Bai Mo.
Bai Mo saw no reason to refuse and walked out to the street with him.
It was noon.
The street was bustling with people from all walks of life.
Two Cultivators holding scrolls walked past, talking excitedly in low voices.
"With a book like this… I'll definitely succeed this time…"
"…it was quite expensive…"
The Pill Qi on these two was not very strong.
Bai Mo's gaze swept over them. He saw that the contents of their scrolls were not profound principles of the Alchemy Dao, but merely tricks for passing examinations.
The old man had obviously noticed as well.
The two of them simply shared a smile and continued walking.
'Whoever wrote such a scroll must be a Pill Master; otherwise, no one would find it credible.'
