umming a tune, with a cigar dangling from his lips and his feet propped up on the desk. There were scattered tissues on the floor of the office, and a smell of dissipation hung heavy in the air. You...'s a cultivator of the Yuan Ying realm, doesn't that mean something to Mr. Shi Or is even this level of cultivation insignificant in his eyesChen Ping couldn't understand, he couldn't understand even...