Occasionally, Chen Ping’an would look at a well-worn snowflake coin and wonder to himself just how many cultivators it had seen. A thousand? Ten thousand? Was it possible that it had traversed across all nine continents of the Majestic World?0

Song Lanqiao was fully focused on his conversation with Chen Ping’an. He had a feeling that the contents of their discussion could decide the overall direction of the Spring Dew Garden for the next century.0

However, during their conversation, Chen Ping’an took a glance over at the wall, and Song Lanqiao instinctively looked in the same direction.0

There, Cui Dongshan had grabbed onto either side of his chair with his hands, and he was swaying back and forth, using the legs of the chair as a substitute for his own legs as he slowly waddled forward in an unsteady fashion.0

As soon as he noticed Chen Ping’an looking, he immediately stopped what he was doing, then pretended to look elsewhere as he began whistling in an inconspicuous display.0

Song Lanqiao flashed him a polite smile before averting his gaze.0

Is he retarded?! There has to be something wrong with him!2

Chen Ping’an spoke with Song Lanqiao for over two hours, and both of them brought up many ideas for a potential future collaboration.0

As the conversation continued, Song Lanqiao became increasingly comfortable and relaxed, and it was even becoming a rather cathartic experience for him as he was finally able to express some ideas that he had held for many years but had never had a chance to share. Furthermore, Chen Ping’an was very pleasant to talk to, never giving any absolute or overly concrete verdicts on Song Lanqiao’s proposals and ideas.0

Instead, he mostly adopted very gentle and respectful rhetoric, such as “I didn’t quite understand that part. Could you please elaborate further, Senior Song?” and “I have some different ideas on this topic. Please have a listen to what I have to say, and if you...0