At this point, Mr. Xian Yun felt helpless. "Forget it, forget it. I still have to stay in You Zhou for three days. Why don't you consider it carefully for another three days before answering me?"
Zhou Linghuai felt that he had won back the favor and was in a good mood, so he shook his head. "It won't affect your grand plan to take in a disciple."
After staring at the longevity peach blossom stone in his hand for a long time, Zhou Linghuai recalled Mr. Xian Yun's words, "The roots of the mountain are damaged," and "A dragon trapped in a shallow pool will be mocked by shrimp." However, he glanced at his legs and realized that they were indeed the right place. He pursed his lips slightly and calmed himself down, holding the Kunwu Knife and cutting the stone.
He cut it extremely slowly and accurately, revealing a rare sense of caution.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. "Cousin, can I come in?"
