Chen Xuan handed over a silver note worth ten thousand taels.
The big man stared blankly at the silver note in his hand and then looked at him, "You're really not looking for me?"
"To be honest, you're not qualified yet."
He then stuffed the silver note into the man's hand, "Put it away. After all, I am your guest, you won't make me do it myself, will you?"
"Uh...."
"Alright!"
The big man nodded heavily, then packed the silver dragon fish on the ground into a sack, handed it to Chen Xuan, and said, "Farewell!"
However, just as he was about to leave, Chen Xuan suddenly spoke.
"Your wound won't last many more years."
"If you could reach the Dao Realm, it might improve."
The big man paused mid-step in mid-air, without turning back, "The Dao Realm... it's not that easy!"
His words were filled with helplessness.
Right now, he asked for nothing else. As long as his enemies can't find him, he would be content to live the rest of his life in peace and stability.
