The old man's eyes were filled with utter scorn, "You? Teaching? Meaningful? You might as well be misleading the youth!"
Ye Tian, embarrassed into tomato-red cheeks, didn't mind at all and pointed at the two people still fighting in the field, "Old man, I actually think you've had a tiring life these years, guarding those broken beads, what's the fun in that? Since you've already drunk your wine and eaten your meat, why not go back and find that green-dressed little sister who used to wait for you? Pairing up and being merry, isn't that delightful? Who would want to stubbornly guard some broken bones like a fool here, competing with others, it's better to compete with a fool."
The old man had a weird reaction, he neither refuted Ye Tian nor cursed, but just silently stared at him, and then sighed deeply, "Kid, your perception, it's almost on the verge of opening the Buddha's acupoint."
"Opened or not, I don't really care, I'm indifferent."
