The old man behind the counter seemed to be sleeping, not answering Qing Shi right away.

Some time passed before he opened his eyes, looking a bit drowsy. His body slightly moved a bit before he closed his eyes again.

“Speak.” His voice seemed weak as if breathing was difficult.

Qing Shi came prepared with questions, albeit still nervous. This opportunity only presented itself once.

“Senior, are you an ancestor of the golem race?” Qing Shi carefully thought about this issue but couldn’t pinpoint a famous ancestor to this old man.

“Yes.” The old man said feebly. People could wonder if he was actually answering or...