"What? You want me to spread the word about the National Treasure?"
Qi Yue hadn't even finished speaking when Huang Zai'an suddenly jumped up from the ground.
However, he immediately felt his reaction was abnormal and, mumbling, sat back down.
"...What is this National Treasure anyway?"
"Old man, you've given yourself away."
Qi Yue squinted her eyes, sizing up the so-called master in front of her again.
He was not young, and his health wasn't great; he had all the typical ailments of his age.
His old eyes were dark yet shiny, emitting a cunning and wisdom rare for his age.
Hmm, he didn't seem like a bad person.
"What old man, call me master."
Huang Zai'an unhappily pinched his beard.
Qi Yue smiled; she found that this old man seemed addicted to being called master.
"Master?"
"Hmm."
"Tell me, how do you know about the National Treasure?"
"What treasure? I don't know. I was just a bit shocked when I heard it for the first time, my disciple should not suspect wildly!"