It was dusk by the time Cui Yuanhai woke up. Qianye rushed over immediately after getting word and had his men prepare some wine and dishes in the quiet room.

“Old Man, who would’ve thought? So much time has passed since our last meeting.” Qianye felt somewhat emotional.

Cui Yuanhai sighed. “Had I known this would happen, I would’ve stayed back on the Western Continent to enjoy life.”

Qianye smiled. “With your skills, there’s no way you can enjoy peace anywhere, someone will come knocking on your door sooner or later.”

These words seemed to stir up his emotions. He emptied his glass and said, “The reason I fell to this state is because I was impetuous during my youth, believing myself capable of conquering the world with my own hands and refusing the aristocracy. Nonetheless, just the equipment involved in the research of firearms costs tens of thousands of gold coins, not something a single person can afford. Without these things, I had no choice but to rely on myself and the road grew increasingly narrow. I’m not different from a smith at this age.”

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