"Holy Poison Sect Saintess?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Fan silently frowned and tossed a cigarette to the old man.
"Thank you, thank you, kind person from Xia Country..."
The old man, as if he'd received a treasure, held the cigarette under his nose, greedily inhaling its scent with a face full of longing.
"If you don't have a light, I've got a lighter here."
Lin Fan was made uncomfortable by the man's sleazy demeanor, giving him goosebumps all over.
He couldn't be bothered to pretend any longer, so he flipped his wrist, like performing a trick, and pulled out a cheap, waterproof, windproof lighter.
"No, I can't smoke now; I'll wait until it's deep into the night... Otherwise, it'll attract those bastards' attention."
Under the keen gaze of others, the old man quickly shook his head and carefully hid the cigarette against his body.
"Young brother, you two are new here and don't know the miserable life of being slave fighters."
The uncle smiled wryly.
