The old man ignored Jia Weixin and looked at Yang Yuan: "Thank you, young man, for clearing my confusion. This time, I consider myself free."
Jia Weixin: "???"
Yang Yuan smiled and said: "Freedom comes at a price. Your existence requires a vessel."
"Sometimes, life is just a burden," the old man in the Zhongshan suit sighed.
"What... exactly is going on here?" Jia Weixin was a bit anxious, feeling that the two were hiding something from him.
The old man in the Zhongshan suit glared at Jia Weixin and said flatly: "From now on, take care of yourself. Old man, I want to..."
Jia Weixin's face changed dramatically: "Chief, are you going to disappear completely?"
"Disappear your big head ghost!"
The old man in the Zhongshan suit slapped him directly: "I'm going to be free!! I'll never be summoned by you again, don't even think about commanding me!"
"Ah? This..."
