He Lixing looked at Zhao Ritian.
He wanted to laugh.
He even knew Old Thirteen, but he looked... his eyes gleamed with the light of innocence, ignorance, frustration, and stupidity. Every gesture radiated full-on loser energy.
He Lixing said, "What do you want with Long Aotian?"
Zhao Ritian patted the carriage. "Making a delivery."
"What delivery?"
"Hmph, do I have to tell you? I'm loyal, tight-lipped, and brave! Get that straight!"
"Fine, fine. Come in with me. Park the carriage in the backyard."
Zhao Ritian parked the carriage in the backyard and entered the house. The moment he stepped into the dining room, he shouted, "Shit-Spraying Dragon! Shit-Spraying Dragon? I'm Zhao Ritian, and I've come to deliver your..."
Zhao Ritian had barely stepped one leg inside while the other was still outside the doorway when he froze.
At the dining table ahead, Immortal Elder Nanji was eating and drinking, while Long Aotian and the Branch Master attended him from either side. More than a dozen Great Organization experts stood neatly behind them.
And Long Aotian's face was red and swollen.
Then he looked at He Lixing beside him. Even walking seemed difficult for him, as though someone had split his hips apart.
Zhao Ritian thought for a moment, turned, and started to leave. "Ah, I left my brain at home..."
Nan Ji said, "Get back here."
Zhao Ritian immediately turned and entered the room. "Oh my, Senior Haonan! I didn't see you just now. What a blessing to meet such an esteemed person the moment I stepped outside! I never expected this batch of goods was for you. You should've said so—I wouldn't have taken a single cent."
Nan Ji looked at Zhao Ritian. "Why are you here?"
"I... I'm delivering something for my Senior Disciple Brother."
"Delivering what? What