"Kid, I, your great uncle, have risked life and limb for your little wife over these seven years, doing who knows how many dirty and tiring jobs. Just ask those masked guys, in the whole Sky Swallowing Palace, I'm the one most deserving of praise for hard work. Don't you think you owe me some compensation?" Inside the Sky Swallowing Palace, the thousand-year-old Corpse Ginseng squatted in front of Fang Lin, looking at him sideways while nagging.
Fang Lin hadn't spoken yet when Dugu Nian walked over slowly and glared at the Corpse Ginseng with annoyance: "Haven't you consumed enough ancient medicinal herbs all these years?"
The Corpse Ginseng snorted: "Those are what you gave me; this kid's share isn't included in that. Plus, you two need to search within your consciences. If not for me, do you think you'd be happily reunited, loving each other deeply?"
Dugu Nian, irritated in the moment, raised her foot to kick the Corpse Ginseng.