"Yes, farewell to the Hall Master."
The group of people stood up with folded hands, bidding farewell as Su Mo and Yang Xiaoyun departed with their company.
Then, they watched as Zhen Xiaoxiao, full of reluctance, sneaked off with a pig leg at the last moment.
She carried the pig leg, following closely behind Su Mo and the others.
After the group left the onlookers' field of view, Uncle Tian glared at Shui Wuchang fiercely:
"Too rash."
Shui Wuchang lowered his head, silently looking at the two elixirs, and murmured to himself:
"Could it be... really possible..."
"What did you say?"
Zhou Yuanming, who was closer to him, heard his mutterings but didn't catch the details, couldn't help but ask again.
Shui Wuchang nodded repeatedly:
"It's nothing... I, I will go back and rest now."
After saying that, he hurried away.
Seeing this, Uncle Tian quickly said:
"Wuchang is still too impulsive. Yuanming, come with me, don't let him disturb the Hall Master again."
"Alright."
