Promise

The battle of life and death was crucial, and it was here. Among competitors of the same level, there was no concept of a sure win. This elderly man did not care about this. Once he got out of bed in the morning, he did not care that the entire city was filled with warriors engaging in life and death battles. Instead, he started to nag. 

After nagging, Xu Yi finally thought about something important. "Oh? Speaking of which, could you go to a stall and buy a thick, sturdy rope, about the thickness of a fishing line. One yard will do. I may need it for the battle later."

As his words fell, Yuan Qinghua disappeared at lightning speed. It was the first time Xu Yi realised that this new "labourer" was actually of Intermediate Body Forging Cultivation. 

Little did he know that the Yuan Qinghua before him was close to losing his mind. Yuan Qinghua was a thousand times more careful and anxious with anything concerned with battling.