Saint Rui was absolutely confident in this, because he had already seen that the old man was a masochist who only remembered what he had eaten and not what he had been beaten up about. After sleeping for a night, he would naturally forget everything.
Sure enough, the next morning, the middle-aged man was already waiting outside the three milk babies 'door.
Although the middle-aged man had also thought of giving up, he was reluctant to give up when he thought of the extraordinary friendship he had formed with the three little babies after spending the entire afternoon with them. He did not want to leave the impression that he was as timid as a mouse with the three of them. If that happened, how could he get his three outstanding disciples?
When he thought of this, even if he knew that there was a Tiger in the mountain, he had to rush up!
