'So he's a simp?'
Qin Xuan imitated Sangjila's hoarse voice, his tone carrying a perfectly measured complexity. "It's been many years, yet you… are as dashing as ever."
Shi Wei gazed at the wrinkled, stooped figure of "Sangjila" before him. A flicker of imperceptible pity crossed his eyes before he smiled and said,
"It's merely the effect of my Cyan Silk Gu, delaying the skin's aging. It's nothing compared to your deep mastery of Gu Techniques."
Shi Wei's gaze swept over Qin Xuan's sleeve. "I heard your Golden Threaded Centipede from Black Stone Village took the top spot this time? Congratulations."
"It was just a fluke. Nothing compared to the profound heritage of your Baixi Village."
Qin Xuan seized the opportunity to steer the conversation toward Thousand Gu Ridge, hoping to fish for some useful information.
"I heard that the rules for this year's Hundred Gu Festival seem to be different from the past?"
