"Hahaha, Little Lin understands me, once you're in the fairyland, you're like being drunk in a dream, I wonder if Xiao Qing is still around," Old Huang laughed out loud and went poetic.
Lin Yi couldn't help but smile. The first half of the line made sense, but what did the second half mean? He clapped his hands and admired, "Great poetry! Let's go."
"No need to help me, I feel full of strength." Old Huang waved his hand and his lean body managed to stand on its own.
However, to Lin Yi, Old Huang was like a flickering candle, burning intensely with his life energy, making the flame look brighter.
As Old Huang walked towards the door, Lin Yi spoke to the cultivator, "Little Lin, what are you saying, hurry up." By this time, Old Huang had reached the door and was urging him on.
"Coming, look at how anxious you are." He quickly walked over, complaining in irritation.
