"Old man, don't say it like that; it gives me the shivers,"
Yin Tian looked at his master with some worry.
He always felt that his master's words truly sounded like last words before death.
With a smack, the master hit Yin Tian on the head, "You brat, aren't you cursing me right now?"
"Don't worry, I haven't had my fill of wandering freely among the living yet. How could I ascend to the heavens so soon?"
Yin Tian, holding his head, chuckled sheepishly.
The master bent down and dragged a wooden box out from under the bed, then looked very seriously at Yin Tian, "These are the medicinal herbs I prepared for you."
"Starting today, you must use these medicinal herbs to soak your body every day, no less than two hours each time, do you understand?"
"Hmm."
Yin Tian nodded.
Looking at his master's white-flecked temples, Yin Tian's nose also felt a bit sour.
These herbs must have taken his master a lot of effort to find!
"Alright, when did you become such a sentimental sap?"
