Watching him wolf down the food, Su Chen was once again silent.
'Is this guy really an Ancient Immortal?'
Aside from his flickering Longevity Fire, he looked just like a common beggar from the streets, without a trace of Immortal Qi.
"Get me some wine."
After speaking, the Great Yu Magic Immortal didn't stand on ceremony, helping himself to the White Confucian Wine from the medicine cabinet and drinking it down.
"This is good wine. Must be twenty years old."
He had eaten and drunk his fill.
He opened his Dharma Eye to observe Su Chen, only to find a man with no trace of cultivation or Qi Cultivation. His Qi and blood were mundane; he was, in every sense, the most insignificant of mortals.
'This makes things easy.'
The Great Yu Magic Immortal smiled confidently, then looked at Su Chen, his expression turning serious as he spoke.
"I don't like owing favors."
"So, speak."
"What do you want? Power, authority, wealth, or beautiful women..."
