Old Tao dusted off his clothes. "You want me to leave? You’d better not regret it. This is the last and only chance for your Hundred Leaf Trade Association to rise again."0

Ye Laogui scoffed and laid right back down on the ground. He even grabbed some grass and covered himself again. "Get lost! Stop blowing hot air."0

Old Tao chuckled. "The selection for the official trade associations that occurs every twenty years is about to begin. Don't you want to fight for a position?"0

Ye Laogui irritatedly replied, "Go! Get lost! Leave! The Hundred Leaf Trade Association is long gone. Fight for what? Stop trying to make trouble. Why didn’t you just die in Beacon City, instead of coming back like a plague?"0

Old Tao leaned closer. "You really don't want to fight for a slot? I'm telling you, you’re practically guaranteed to get it."0

Ye Laogui’s eyes suddenly flared, and he stared at Old Tao through the grass that covered his body. "If you still consider me an old friend, then please don’t hurt me. Just let me live out the rest of my years here. Dying in this place is good enough."0

Old Tao sighed regretfully. "You old bastard, have you lost all the ambition that you had in your youth? I remember when your Hundred Leaf Trade Association was at its peak and you were so spirited. I could buy anything from you, and you always gave me a great price. If...0