"Tell me, which mountain or which temple did you offend this time? For ordinary people, my old face should be enough to settle things."
"No, no, I swear I've remembered your teachings, always kind to others, never making enemies. This time, I'm really just here to bring you some tea..."
As he finished speaking, the old man's eyes widened, and he stood up as if to leave.
"Grand Uncle Master, don't rush! The main thing is to bring you tea, truly!
But, well, while I'm here, there's something I'd like to consult you about, it concerns the Scorching Sun Department, not really suitable to discuss here, would you..."
The old man sized up Zhang Laoxi.
"Really?"
"As real as it gets, you know me, I definitely don't look for trouble."
"Alright, come with me." The old man stood up, waved his hand, and the packet of tea on the table vanished into thin air.
Once they reached the back yard and entered the house, Zhang Laoxi finally couldn't hold it in any longer.
