"What's there left to study!"
An elderly man with chicken skin and crane-like hair was gnawing on a tuft of roots while in front of him sat seven other ancient old men.
"You're the Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower, regardless of your status, you're knowledgeable in pharmacology. You know well that gnawing on ginseng roots does nothing for you, yet you can chew on them for ten days straight."
One of the old men amongst the seven lifted his head, glanced at him, and said helplessly, shaking his head.
The Great Elder of Unparalleled Tower displayed a toothy grin, a root was caught between his teeth, causing him discomfort.
At present, they were surrounded by the ocean, stretching as far as the eye could see.
The eight of them were on an island, with lakes visible in the mountain streams. The original kiln cave had been broken open at the top, turning it into an open-air shelter.
