In the Mortal Village, Lu Changsheng couldn't help but rub his forehead.
Mister took a sip of tea and said, "With your strength, if there's anything that can make your mortal heart change, it's either power or someone you care about."
"You're not the power-hungry type."
If Mister was greedy for power, perhaps he wouldn't have gone to the Heavenly Dao Mountain to get water before inviting Lu Changsheng here. He would have picked some tea in his own tea garden and waited for Lu Changsheng to arrive.
"Then it's only the people you care about?"
Lu Changsheng rolled his eyes and said, "Listening to you is like listening to a lecture."
Mister asked, "What do you mean?"
"It means you talk too much."
Mister: "…"
Then, he chuckled.
What an interesting evaluation. This was the first time someone had evaluated him like this in front of him.
"Since there's trouble, just cut it off."
Lu Changsheng stood up helplessly.
