"Heave-ho, heave-ho..."
Not long after encountering the Hongyuan Cultivator.
Wu Dao and Zhou Chen arrived at a shady spot at the foot of a mountain, where they happened upon a thin, dark-skinned woodcutter carrying two bundles of firewood, panting as he descended the mountain path.
Wu Dao merely gave him a casual glance.
Then he paid the man no further mind.
Zhou Chen, however, trembled slightly, his gaze fixed on the peeling gourd flask hanging from the old woodcutter's waist.
'My luck is this good?'
Slightly surprised, Wu Dao also grew a little interested.
Unfortunately, no matter how he looked at it with his naked eye, he couldn't see anything special about the worn-out, yellow-skinned gourd.
"Old sir, please wait..."
Zhou Chen let out a soft breath and stopped the old woodcutter with a pleasant expression, even helping him set down the two heavy bundles of firewood.
"You're... a surprisingly nice fellow."
