["Hurry up, the flowers I'm waiting for are about to wilt..."]
["A pair of 3s..."]
["A pair of 5s..."]
["A pair of 2s..."]
["Pass..."]
The sounds of a "Fight the Landlord" game were coming from the computer.
The Elder Celestial Master was completely absorbed in his card game.
Just then, a lazy-looking Daoist walked over.
He scratched his back as he walked.
Showing no concern for his appearance, he approached the Elder Celestial Master.
He flopped down casually into a nearby wicker chair.
The Elder Celestial Master, still playing his game, glanced back at him.
"Shouldn't you be at the university? What are you doing here?"
Zhong Yan, chewing on a blade of foxtail grass, replied listlessly, "I just came from your little disciple's place."
"Oh? And how is he? Is he visualizing diligently in the Visualization Room?"
["Bomb..."]
The Elder Celestial Master's face fell, his brow furrowing.
Zhong Yan smiled. "He's doing alright. Visualizing quite seriously!"
