I am a living immortal.

The burly man looked at the courtyard filled with paintings, calligraphy, and ornaments, his face filled with amazement. This wasn't his first time in this courtyard, but every time he walked in, he would sigh with admiration: "Your friend is truly a friend. Everything here is priceless, yet you just casually place it in the courtyard without worrying about it being stolen."

Then, thinking of his own affairs, he chuckled twice and retorted to himself: "That's right, considering your skills, if I had anything precious, I would let you guard it."

"Do you have it?" asked the old goat.

"Alas, you are still so bad at speaking. Don't look down on me. After all, I have some family background, not nothing. But it can't be compared with this place." The strong man retorted.

"It's not worth too much." The old goat said the truth.

This truth is really touching.

But the strong man didn't care. He waved his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

The sturdy man's name was Chen Tao, and he was rescued by Old Goat. Although he looked ordinary, he was quite skilled in martial arts. In his own words, one cannot help oneself in the martial arts world, and one always has enemies. Old Goat also happened to be there that day.

He encountered him and a group of men in black fighting fiercely on the street, and the old goat was just moving an ornament to pawn it to get some money to continue to maintain the courtyard.

Chen Tao laughs whenever he thinks of that scene.

While they were fighting to the death, the old goat was carrying a half-human-high ornament and walking past the group of people with a calm face, looking very cool.

But later I realized that this is just the old goat's personality. But I didn't realize it at the time. What the hell, the fighting is going on here, and instead of staying away, you're dragging this thing over here. It's a provocation, right? And it doesn't give them any respect at all.

So how could the martial artist who was beaten bear this humiliation and immediately turned his gun around and attacked the old goat.

Then Chen Tao saw a scene that he could not forget until now. The old goat was holding the ornaments in one hand and beating those gangsters to the ground with the other hand. It was so brutal that the old goat did not even move his other hand.

This wave of pretending is so shocking.

Chen Tao had fought with these people before and knew that they were all masters of martial arts, but it didn't take long for these masters to be knocked to the ground like dead dogs.

He even thanked the old goat at that time.

But the old goat ignored him. After dealing with those people, he left without even looking at him.

If someone hadn't just demonstrated the cost of attacking, Chen Tao probably wouldn't have been able to endure it. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, but he couldn't argue with it. The old goat had saved him in a way, but it felt a bit aggrieved.

But then he realized that Old Goat was just that kind of person, cold and indifferent, so he didn't feel anything anymore. Besides, he was a very sociable person, so he just got to know people the way he did. Of course, this was just Chen Tao's one-sided feeling. Old Goat remained expressionless, though he would occasionally respond. This time, his words were so sharp and honest that he wanted to hit him.

Another interesting thing is that Chen Tao saw the old goat carrying the ornaments to the pawnshop and thought that he might be short of money. In order to repay the old goat for saving him, he raised 500 taels of silver and went to the old goat's house.

As soon as he entered the door, he felt his face swelling up, and the silver in his hand felt like a hot potato. Everything in this yard felt more valuable than five hundred taels.

Fortunately, the old goat didn't say anything.

Chen Tao also asked directly and found out that this was his "friend's" yard, and he was helping to look after it. The reason he was selling it was because he had to pay the rent.

Although he didn't know that the old goat was paying rent for it to be used as a decoration, he knew that the old goat's friend was very rich.

"What's the matter with you coming to see me this time?" The old goat spoke directly as always.

Chen Tao was used to this kind of conversation and looked at Old Goat. He still didn't know what Old Goat was called. Old Goat was obviously a code name, like Young Qingfeng Sword, Mountain-Blocking Tiger, Iron Finger Iron Ring, etc. It was too normal.

"Do you remember those quacks you met on the street?"

A trace of confusion flashed in the old goat's eyes.

"Oh! I knew you forgot. Come on, talk while eating." Chen Tao tore open the oil paper, and the aroma of roast chicken rushed out from the gap.

"The roast chicken at Zuimanlou smells delicious, right? Do you have any wine?" Chen Tao was not polite either.

The old goat thought for a moment, then searched among the pile of ornaments and paintings. He remembered that the mirage dragon had brought back a few jars of wine, which he had left untouched. He soon found it in a corner.

When he brought out the wine, Chen Tao didn't know what to say: "You really have everything here."

After seeing the mark, his eyes widened again: "Ten years of good harvest? Where did you get such good wine?"

Is that good? The old goat didn't know that these were things that the mirage dragon disdained and threw here. He would rather ask Su Mu for them than touch them at all. Most of these things he bought were for the sake of face.

"Is it very good?" The old goat thought so and asked.

"This... well... okay." Chen Tao has witnessed the disparity in this world.

Even though he'd asked this many times, he still subconsciously asked, "How rich is your friend? Could he be a young royal relative, or a prince on an incognito tour?"

Come to think of it, it's not impossible. After all, Old Goat is so skilled, and he doesn't want to reveal his name, always using a code name. He's clearly a master of the Imperial Palace, and with all the treasures filling the yard, it's hard to imagine.

"The Fengdeng wine of the past ten years isn't something you can buy just by having money, and it's very expensive. This wine isn't produced in Jiading, but in Beizhou. Legend has it that Beizhou was once hit by a severe drought, and then heaven and earth sent down a rain, making it the most famous grain-producing state in all of Dayu. Since that rain, there have been bountiful harvests every year for decades. This Fengdeng wine is a tribute wine created to commemorate the heavens and the Holy Emperor, symbolizing a bountiful harvest."

"Three years for the best taste, five years for the most mellow flavor, and ten years for the peak. Ten years of abundance can probably only be tasted in the Northern Province or the Imperial Capital."

"Do you know why?" Chen Tao kept chattering away, not feeling embarrassed.

"Because this wine is expensive, even the big merchants don't dare to carry too much. Do you know how far Beizhou is from Jiading?"

The old goat nodded: "I know that."

"So, it's such a long distance. It's not cheap in Beizhou, and it's even more expensive in Jiading. Even in a decade of good harvest, it's incredibly difficult to buy. Your friend actually left the wine carelessly in the yard. It's a complete waste of natural resources. I'm increasingly suspicious that your friend is a prince."