Chapter 121.1: Upper South Region
The rogue cultivator only thought the person in front of him was joking, but his attitude remained respectful. “Fellow Daoist, did you remember the time wrongly?”
Jing Yue, “No, it was more than 10,000 years ago.”
Many rogue cultivators walking in and out heard it and they all looked over, wondering where this hillbilly cultivator came from, so bold to cause trouble at the Gold Silver House.
The rogue cultivator retracted his smile. “Then please wait while I check. May I have your name?”
Jing Yue, “A.”
Rogue cultivator, “Huh?”
Jing Yue, “When my ancestor stored the things here, they just left the letter A.”
The rogue cultivator frowned before he froze violently and made a swallowing gesture. “Do you mean A from ABCD?”
Jing Yue, “Exactly.”