Lu Changsheng collapsed on the throne like he had no backbone.
His eyes were lifeless, and his eyelids were lowered.
Ah…
Why did I have to take in a disciple…
Ah…
Wasn't taking in disciples meant for retirement…
Why am I getting busier and busier instead of retiring…
Lu Changsheng began to miss the days when he didn't have any disciples…
He slept, ate, and drank.
Raising flowers and planting trees.
Raising small animals.
When he had nothing to do, he would draw, write calligraphy, and ponder over medicinal pills and arrays.
These days were so carefree…
And now?
What about now!?
Lu Changsheng's eyes were filled with regret. Even the way he looked at Hong Ying started to become unkind.
Hong Ying chuckled. "Master, don't look at me like that. I had no choice but to ask you for help."
