"Your Majesty, yesterday this humble official, together with Your Majesty and Chef Wukong, ate so much hotpot that we got a bit stuffed,"
"As one gets old, it becomes a bit difficult to keep up with eating. It'll be fine in a few days,"
Hearing Gold Star Taibai's words, Haotian's face was lined with black streaks. He hadn't misheard, had he?
Getting old, can't eat much?
In terms of the time since creation, Haotian is much older than this fellow; who asked you to transform into an old man?
After becoming an immortal, it doesn't affect anything anyway.
And can't eat much?
Who was that white-bearded old man stuffing his face like a starving ghost reincarnated at yesterday's meal?
Gold Star Taibai's intentions were clear to Haotian at a glance.
Just as Taibai had followed Haotian for a long time and could guess what he was thinking.
The old fellow clearly just didn't want to spend more money, begrudging his Breath of Gengjin. Deep down, he must have longed for it terribly.
