Inside the Hongxiu Restaurant, the storyteller impatiently waved his hand.
"Return to the sect? Why are you in such a hurry to go back?" he asked.
The large man looked helpless, showing that the Junior Martial Uncle hadn't had enough fun yet.
But they had been down the mountain for a year now.
You may not have had enough fun, but I, who have been serving by your side, am exhausted!
This Daoist Second Elder only felt bitterness in his heart, and habitually wanted to gnaw on his nails again.
The large man decided to persuade once more.
"Junior Martial Uncle, you see Han Shuangjiang and Xu Ziqing have definitely gone up the mountain already, don't you want to go back and have a look?" he asked.
The Daoist Second Elder always followed the Junior Martial Uncle. When he approached Han and Xu disguised as a storyteller, the large man was also present, just standing far away.
