Bab 272: 272. I am not an ordinary person.

I've always seen the Wild Daoist as my grandfather. Even if he approached me with ulterior motives, I can't pretend that his many years of teaching meant nothing to me.

The intentions were impure, but I benefited from the process.

"Old man, don't gloat over there. You say if you get old and unsuccessful, you can eat and drink without paying a dime? If you really come to me, wouldn't I have to support you? You talk as if I'm the fool, but let's see who the fool is in fifty or sixty years."

The Wild Daoist, having been put on the spot by my words, had nothing to say, only managing to let out a hum and replied:

"Fine. So what do you want? We can't offer you an official position to outsiders..."

As a child, he was quite strict with me, but most of the time, I would win our verbal spars. Back then, he would call me a fool and then pretend to be dumb and ignore me. Now, after so many years apart...

He still couldn't out-argue me.