Lu Yi had black lines all over his forehead; his Master was great at many things, but he was just too lazy.
However, meeting once a month wasn't bad—it equated to an extra epiphany each month. Wasn't that invincible?
Lu Yi thought cheerfully, "Master, I'm all settled then. May I return to my cultivation first?"
The Ling Luo Peak Master was about to nod when he suddenly remembered something and said, "Hold on, I've run out of Yulan Cakes and Yulan Wine. Go buy some for me."
Lately, Little Mingyue had been in closed-door cultivation and wasn't available to run errands. It seemed like it would be Lu Yi's turn to start running more errands.
Upon hearing the Ling Luo Peak Master's words, Lu Yi's heart leapt with joy—another task?
He quickly replied with a smile, "No problem, Master!"
With that, he added, "Master, if there's anything you need me to do in the future, please feel free to command me. I'll do my best!"
