In a manor in the capital city.
"Old Qing really knows how to choose his seclusion time. He's really making us anxious!"
"Right? And yet, Old Qing's disciple-in-law is also in seclusion. Yan came out of seclusion, but he won't listen to us. This is truly making me so anxious!"
"Ah, if I had known this, I would have been so thick-skinned back then and asked Old Qing to sell me a few more pills."
"I know right? Ah!"
"Ah, I'm regretting it! I'm so angry!"
The five old men sat at the table and the expressions on their old faces were surprisingly the same. They were all frustrated.
"But speaking of which, even though a few pills are a bit less, we're still better than those old fogeys of the Zhang family who don't have a single one. If they find out about this, they'll definitely regret it so much that their faces turn green."
"Haha, you're right. We can't cultivate peacefully right now anyway. Why don't we contact those old guys?"
