"The words he speaks, you must remember them well and never forget."
"And also..." Old Yu sighed and said with emotion:
"Although we are Loose Cultivators and live a life of poverty, we must uphold righteousness."
"I am old, my life is thus, without much ability to repay the benefactor's kindness, but you two children are different. You are young, the road ahead is long..."
"If in the future your Tao Cultivation is successful, you must find a way to repay this great kindness well."
The two grandsons nodded earnestly:
"Yes, Grandpa, we remember!"
"Good."
Old Yu nodded in relief.
...
At this moment, behind the small fishing village.
In front of the Little Immortal's shrine, incense smoke curled up, and there was no one around.
Mo Hua, who had already left, gradually revealed his figure again.
His gaze was deep, staring at the shrine for a few more glances, and then slowly said: "Come out."
There was no movement within the shrine.
Mo Hua frowned slightly.
