"It's a bit bland."
The old sorcerer took a swig from the wine urn, smacking his lips.
Xie Tian also took a sip, and although the wine flushed his cheeks, he didn't comment on the drink he had brought from the Three Thousand Realms; he simply said, "Plenty."
These two words brought a hint of satisfaction to the old sorcerer's eyes.
"How to put it," the old sorcerer pointed at the stone sculpture beneath his feet, "this thing is an ancestral skill, passed only to descendants. Besides, you're not a sorcerer, tsk tsk..."
Xie Tian smiled and said, "What other requests do you have, senior? Please lay them out."
"Ha..." Not embarrassed by being called out, the old sorcerer said, "Three meals a day, and I won't teach you; you can only watch me work."
Xie Tian nodded, stood up, and bowed to the old sorcerer: "Deal."
"Hungry." The old sorcerer pointed at his flat stomach.
"I'm hungry." Xie Tian called back as he sat down to admire the stone sculpture again.
