Only after the old man entered, the middle-aged man was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked at Wang Ba with a smile:
"As the Minister of the Spirit Food Department, I am Cui Daqi. Technically speaking, you can also call me Martial Uncle."
A thought crossed Wang Ba's mind.
He vaguely felt that Minister Cui was different from the old man, so he quickly bowed in respect:
"Disciple Wang Ba, greets Cui Martial Uncle."
"Hmm, good, much more polite than your master."
Cui Daqi looked up and down at Wang Ba with a smile, then nodded in satisfaction:
"I didn't expect Old Yao, for all his age, would take you as a disciple. It seems he has high hopes for you."
"I am flattered."
"Ha ha, don't be so formal. Your master has always been lawless. You don't have to imitate him, but you should be more assertive."
"For cultivators, being too reserved isn't always a good thing."
Cui Daqi, instantly seeing through Wang Ba's character, supplied these words of wisdom.
