The man in blue: “…”
“So if a lady tells you she’s smitten with one glance, she’s definitely tricking you, and you need to be careful.”
The man in blue was left looking dumbstruck.
“However, there’s another possibility,” Mo Hua said.
“What possibility?” the man couldn’t help asking.
“That you love ’em and leave ’em, toy with people’s feelings, then don’t want to take responsibility to marry them, so you ran off to hide away…”
The man nearly spat out a mouthful of blood in frustration, “What ‘love ’em and leave ’em’? What ‘toying with feelings’? How old are you exactly? What’s filling up that little head of yours?”
“Although my experiences are limited, I’ve read many stories,” Mo Hua insisted with conviction, “The Cultivation World is perilous; the more you know, the less likely you’ll be deceived in the future.”
The man was both amused and irritated, “You’re quite an interesting talker for a little kid.”
Mo Hua was quite serious, “Uncle, I’m just looking out for you, as the saying goes, ‘He who takes advice gets ahead.’”
Zhang Lan had mixed feelings and didn’t know what to say for a moment. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and asked, “By the way, what’s your name?”
“Mo Hua.”
“Mo Hua?” The man glanced at Mo Hua’s fair face and delicate features, feeling that the name indeed suited him.
“Uncle, what’s your name?” Mo Hua asked in return.
“Zhang Lan.”
“Scumbag?” Mo Hua repeated.
Zhang Lan choked on his drink, coughed for a long time, and then, gritting his teeth, corrected:
“Zhang! Lan! The Zhang from ‘to change,’ and the Lan from ‘against the wave’! Not ‘Scumbag’!”
“If you say it’s not, then it’s not; why are you shouting?” Mo Hua muttered.
Zhang Lan felt silly for having gotten worked up with a child, and from his Storage Bag, he took out a Jade Pendant and tossed it to Mo Hua, “Here, for you.”
Mo Hua shook his head, “I can’t accept rewards without merits; I can’t take your things.”
“You treated me to a drink; I’m giving you the Jade Pendant. Keep it, I’ll come look for you again to hang out next time.”
Zhang Lan waved his hand, about to leave, then suddenly turned back and asked, “Just to confirm, what’s your Cultivation level?”
“Qi Refinement, fourth layer!”
Mo Hua was even a bit proud.
Only Qi Refinement fourth layer, huh…
Zhang Lan sighed.
Thinking of the earlier Compound Formation, forget it, it gave him a headache just to think about it. Zhang Lan waved his hand and hastily left.