Xu Yan naturally didn't know what Bai Zhu was thinking at this moment. After thinking for a moment, he replied.

Very good!

Bai Shu chuckled inwardly and was overjoyed.

His own cultivation has been delayed for too long, and he can't wait to see the scenery of the Three Realm Yang Talisman above the training aperture.

Xu Yan and Baizhu drank a few more cups of tea, and after staying for half a quarter of an hour, they stood up, paid for the tea, and prepared to leave.

But just as the tall and fat monk came downstairs, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a look of dying approached the teahouse tremblingly.

Although winter is about to begin, the weather in Changle City is still warm and the sun is shining brightly.

The man was wrapped in thick fox fur, but his fingers were still shaking.

"Is it you?"

Xu Yan beside him opened his mouth in shock, laughed and stepped forward to greet him.

"I haven't seen you for a long time. Lord Buddha thought you were killed by Lord Qingli!"

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Chapter completed!