"Young friend, are you trying to trick me? You're too young for that."
Chen Yang looked gloomy: "You old geezer, you said we were destined, but why won't you help when it's just a small favor?"
"It's not about whether I want to help or not, but maintaining order, you know? Everything in the Ferocious Beast Forest is an opportunity."
"It's about fate. If I tell you where an opportunity is, wouldn't that break the rules and disrupt order?"
"So I certainly can't agree to your little favor."
The old fellow suddenly started talking about principles with a serious and solemn face, as if he were highly respectable.
"Tch." Chen Yang sneered.
"What's so 'tch' about it? Does what I said not make sense?" The old fellow responded immediately.
"Not really, you said those with fate get things, but have you thought that our two encounters are also fate? Maybe fate is telling you to guide me, isn't that also fate?" Chen Yang employed his persuasive skills.
