However... Mu Han Yan, who was following behind him, clearly saw that the old god-man's hands, which he held behind his back, were vigorously rubbing against his clothes, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing. His hands turned out clean indeed, but the back of his clothes was just a greasy mess.
Mu Han Yan looked at the old god-man's greasy clothes and couldn't help but recall Wenren Qingqiu's similarly greasy sleeves. It was a pity Wenren Qingqiu had left early; otherwise, the two would certainly have had a lot to talk about.
"Youngster Yang Hong pays his respects to Elder Qu," Yang Hong also respectfully bowed to Qu Shanling.
"No need for formalities," the old god-man mustered the air of an elder and waved his hand dismissively.
"I've heard that Senior Qu has a discerning eye to observe the heavens and earth. I dare to ask for your assistance in appraising this griffin egg," Yang Hong continued.
