"I want to advance to the Late Flying Immortal Realm, but I'm stuck now. Immortal Jiu, you've been through it, do you have any tips?"
Looking at the merry Immortal Jiu, Qin Tian approached and asked in a low voice.
Immortal Jiu burped, quickly keeping his distance from Qin Tian, saying, "Forget it, I'd better stay away from you. You rascal, how many times have I helped you? Last time came close to messing up. Now, I won't deal with your matters; let me drink in peace. Alas, may my injuries remain incurable forever..."
"What the..."
Hearing Immortal Jiu's words, Qin Tian was dumbfounded. This idle person curses his own injury to avoid helping others? How harsh!
Although Immortal Jiu spoke that way, Qin Tian already understood his character by now. This old man, like a little girl, needs someone to coax and flatter him.
