"Can you stop with these damn visits already?" the fuzzy white-haired old man snapped. "How long are you going to keep this up? It's been over 10 days already."
"I will continue until the day you accept my request, senior," Alex said.
"I won't accept your request. Just leave me alone already," the old man said.
Alex could see the old man's frustration now. It had been nearly 2 weeks since he began doing this, and each day the man rejected him. But now, he was getting angry.
"You say you don't want my spirit stones," Alex said. "What do you want? If it is within my capacity, I will get it for you."
"I want nothing," the old man practically shouted at Alex now.
"Surely that is not true," Alex said. "Please stop me if I'm wrong, but Emerald Ravens easily grow back their tail feathers. They aren't such an important part of your body that you can't part with. Is there a sentimental value to them perhaps? Or are there other issues that I can not know?"
