In the room.
He Huai'an, who had been holding a wine jug, had now set it down.
He sighed wistfully. A single jug of wine had cost him dearly.
Nine thousand Spiritual Source.
This apprentice of his truly didn't treat him like a stranger.
Asking for so much right from the get-go.
"Master, your apprentice is a prodigy of this generation."
"Master, I'm at the Middle Stage of Foundation Establishment and about to break through to the Late Stage. I just need a little push from you. I'll be sure to repay you handsomely afterward."
"Master, investing in a prodigy will bring you glory."
"Master, I'll come back with first place in the next annual assessment."
"Master, if ten pills are too many, eight will do."
"Master, a destitute prodigy is a rare sight in this age. Now is the time to lend a helping hand."
A barrage of words assaulted him.
'To sum it all up, it was just: I'm a prodigy, I'm powerful, I'm amazing—so give me money.'
