Chen Tianlong and the others were waiting in the hall, while Pure Yang Feifei followed in. Inside, Elder Yun Zhonghe sat by the table, poured a cup of tea, and took a sip.
"Master, I..."
Pure Yang Feifei was about to say something when Elder Yun Zhonghe spoke.
"Hey, Feifei, don't say anything. I have my plans."
Elder Yun Zhonghe raised his hand to stop Pure Yang Feifei.
Outside, Chen Tianlong and Hao Shuai were anxiously waiting, when suddenly numerous objects flew out of the room. Chen Tianlong caught one casually and, upon closer inspection, was speechless—it turned out to be aniseed beans.
Isn't this what Old Chen likes to eat?
Hao Shuai leapt into the air, using both hands to skillfully catch every single aniseed bean, thinking this might be Elder Yun Zhonghe testing their martial arts cultivation, so he showcased his skills to the fullest.
Landing, Hao Shuai held a handful of beans in his hands, while Chen Tianlong had just one bean pinched between his fingers.
