"Thank you. I won't give up easily."
Hu Changshou choked.
Old Wu stroked his beard and replied calmly, "Yes, take good care of yourself. I'll go back first."
The girl was still young, so it was inevitable that she had overlooked some things. As her Master, he naturally had to help her. The thoughts of the disabled were the hardest to describe. If there was even the slightest movement, their hearts might collapse. It was convenient to comfort them.
"Okay, take care."
Hu Changshou was very grateful. He felt much better after Old Wu comforted him.
Old Wu got up and left. When he returned, he took a wine pot and drank without a word. After drinking a few mouthfuls, he sighed happily and muttered to himself, "Good wine. They won't be back so soon. Time for me to get drunk."
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Su Xiaolu and Gui You arrived at the vast grassland. The master and disciple faced each other with their swords. Su Xiaolu saluted first.
