Niu Yuanshan stood outside the bamboo house, watching Chu Huaixu bow, and then turn to enter the bamboo house.
He stood there dazed for a long time, before starting to walk towards his own yard.
After a few steps, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
This guy with bushy eyebrows and big eyes had a smile he couldn't laugh or cry on his face.
"I never expected this kid to be so skilled in the art of conversation."
"In just a few short sentences, he called me Steward so many times, and referred to himself as a disciple so many times."
"All were identities within the Daoist Sect!"
Old Niu looked up at the cloudless blue sky and sighed in his heart.
On the other side, Chu Huaixu casually picked up a Spirit Orange that Old Niu had sent and began to peel it.
After eating a slice, his face changed immediately.
"Damn! It's so sour!"
Indeed, these so-called spirit fruits are just beneficial to cultivation.
But that doesn't mean they taste better!
