Aside from seclusion and business, Jiang Ding basically returned home once a week.
The people around him, whether children or the elderly, were all familiar faces he watched grow up—from infants to now, with the exception of Foundation-building cultivators, there was not a single exception; they were all people he knew well.
"Stop fooling around, get up."
With a wave of Jiang Ding's hand, those who were bowing in salute around him, and even some who attempted to kneel, were all helped back to their feet.
"Grandpa Jiang, long time no see..."
An old man and the surrounding old fellows shouted in unison, their coordination very much in sync.
"Hmm?"
Jiang Ding looked at them helplessly, these habitual offenders.
With a wave of his hand, elixirs brimming with spiritual energy flew in all directions, landing in the hands of everyone nearby.
