"Sigh!"
Bai San sighed for the twenty-seventh time.
"Stop sighing!"
Liu Zheng really couldn't take it anymore.
"I say, Brother Bai San, if you have any thoughts, just say them directly. Stop sighing all the time; your sighs are clogging my ears."
He complained.
"What thoughts could I have? It's not Mr. Liu's fault; it's just my pure bad luck."
Bai San said with a bitter smile.
First, his most promising son had an accident, and then he encountered a ghost at the Millennium Cold Jade Spring, which had been fine for centuries. He even suspected he was under some curse.
"Don't say that, it might actually be a good thing, you know?"
Saying this, Liu Zheng felt bad about pushing back.
"Huh?"
Bai San looked confused.
How could this be a good thing?
"Yeah, think about it. Your Bai Family used to fetch the spring water secretly, afraid others would find the location of the cave, right?"
"Right."
Bai San nodded.
