Inside the thatched cottage, He Sheng was busy preparing food in the kitchen.
A voice came from outside the thatched cottage. "Please, Old Immortal, help me save this turbulent world!"
Hearing this, Chu Qing and He Sheng simultaneously stopped what they were doing and stepped outside.
There, kneeling before the door, was a middle-aged man in a dragon robe, his face filled with sincerity and determination.
Chu Qing looked at He Sheng in confusion. "He..."
He Sheng shook his head with a smile. "This Old Man has said that I have no desire to involve myself in worldly conflicts. What you are doing is useless. Go back!"
The middle-aged man wore a bitter expression again. He did not rise, remaining on his knees with unwavering persistence, determined to invite He Sheng out of seclusion.
"Old Immortal, the world is divided, slaughter is everywhere, and the common people have been displaced and suffered for far too long. I beg you, for the sake of all living beings, leave seclusion and save them!!"
He Sheng ignored him and returned to the kitchen to continue preparing food.
Chu Qing glanced at the kneeling middle-aged man, her brows slightly furrowed. She said nothing and turned back into the thatched cottage as well.
The middle-aged man knelt there for three days and three nights. Near dawn on the fourth day, he could endure no longer and collapsed unconscious.
When He Sheng stepped outside and saw him lying there, he shook his head and sighed before carrying him into the thatched cottage.
After giving Chu Qing a few instructions, he shouldered his hoe and headed for the vegetable garden.
Before long, two generals in azure armor came to the vegetable garden looking for the middle-aged man. He Sheng did not hide anything and told them what