Although Su Changkong was surprised that it wasn't a disciple from the Spirit Taoist Sect who had come, but likely a high-ranking member of the sect, Su Changkong did not panic.
Su Changkong opened his eyes and imitated Qian Rui's tone, "Why is it you delivering my meal today?"
The middle-aged man carried a bamboo basket, from which the aroma of wine and dishes wafted. With a smile at the question, he said, "To see how you're doing."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man set down the basket.
At the same time, the middle-aged man sighed, "Qian Junior Brother, the master has been in seclusion for a year now, and there is still no sign of him breaking through. It's likely that he has already passed away. I know you have always been dutiful, but you should still take care of the master's body and give him a grand burial!"
"Is he Qian Rui's senior brother?" Su Changkong probably understood the identity of the other party.
