Before Gu Xijiu could say anything, Rong Jialuo had already voiced out calmly, "My Eighth Brother, will you invite me along, that time?"
"This…"
"My Eighth Brother, will you be that mean to leave me out of the invitation?"
Rong Che touched the fan that he had been holding on and said with a cough, "Of course not, I’ll invite you along."
"That’s great, then," said Rong Jialuo, nodded. He filled a cup of tea for Gu Xijiu and continued calmly, "Xijiu, My Eighth Brother can indeed make a lot of strange and exotic herbal soups. We shall go and visit him together! Have a taste of it all!"
The Emperor interrupted suddenly, "Xijiu, what’s your plan for the future?"
"Emperor, I still think that I’m lacking some strength, so I’ll isolate myself and practice my Kung Fu for a while once I get back home."
