The old man awkwardly smiled: "Maybe it's my imagination, after all, my eyes have just healed. You have a pretty average face, might not be a heartthrob."
After the family finished lunch, Ouyang Yude led Xu Xiangbei to a small grove behind the villa.
Ouyang Yude smiled and said: "I'm really thankful to you, fourth brother, for healing my father-in-law's eyes. I don't have anything valuable to give you. Money is too vulgar, gifts are too tasteless. How about I teach you the cultivation technique of the four Iron Gall Balls as a kind of welcome gift?"
Xu Xiangbei gently slid his hands, and a pair of shiny Iron Gall Balls slipped into his palms, he asked in surprise: "Are you talking about these kinds of Iron Gall Balls?"
Ouyang Yude showed an appreciative gaze: "Looking at your skillful and quick way of handling the Iron Balls, it seems you're quite experienced. Did you learn from my third brother? He usually does it this way."
