Seeing Wu Er's strange expression, Xiao Mu felt a sudden inexplicable tension in his heart and hurriedly asked, "Brother Wu Er, is there a problem?"
He thought there might be some issues.
"No, no."
Brother Wu Er quickly shook his head, fearing Xiao Mu might misunderstand, and explained, "Mr. Mu, you might not know this, but our Taolin Village no longer has any hundred-year-old peach wood since our revered Peach Tree has withered."
Only then Xiao Mu realized what Wu Er had been thinking about. He quickly said, "Even if you don't have hundred-year-old peach wood, Brother Wu Er, I remember there's also an eighty-year-old peach tree in your village. Could you give me a branch from it?"
Upon hearing this, Brother Wu Er's mood relaxed, "What are you talking about, Mr. Mu? You've been good to our village. Whether it's a peach branch or even if we had to chop down the old peach tree, I wouldn't hesitate. Let's go, I'll take you to cut the wood now."
