In a Rift Valley of barren mountains and treacherous waters, white mist rose from the hot spring pool.
Wu Wang had a piece of cloth stuck to his forehead, reclining at an angle in a rock that he had just melted half of with his immortal power, listening to the old Daoist beside him continually giving admonitions.
To call them 'admonitions' was to give Senior Sanxian face.
This was entirely on the level of nagging!
Wu Wang recalled a maternal cousin-uncle from his previous life who also liked to nag repeatedly about a single matter. However, one good thing about him was that he wasn't ill-intentioned.
Although there were many mysteries about Senior Sanxian, Wu Wang could genuinely feel that the old man had a good heart.
A wooden tray floated over the surface of the water, unsteady but purposeful. On it were a wine cup, a wine pot, and a small dish of Spirit Fruit to accompany the alcohol.
"Senior, shall we have some?"
