A Bit Like Senior Elders Now

Inside the Small Wooden Cabin.

Immortal Elder Nanji and the Fishing Elder sat facing each other, drinking tea.

Immortal Elder Nanji had brought his own tea leaves. All he needed was a pot of boiling water to make tea.

Hun Tiangang sat at the head of the table, with Nan Ji on his left and Old Dia o on his right.

Luo Shiyin attentively served tea to the two senior elders. She also brought out the pastries prepared for Hun Tiangang, arranged them on a plate, and placed it in the middle.

This drew nods and praise from both Immortal Elder Nanji and the Fishing Elder.

"This young lady is virtuous and gentle, tender and lovely, with peerless beauty as well. Cheng Wen, you truly are fortunate!"

"With such an excellent match, what need is there to envy a king? Hahaha!"

Lu Chengwen quickly clasped his hands and bowed. "You two senior elders flatter her too much. She cannot bear such praise."

Qi Meishao came over to refill the teapot, drawing more beard-stroking praise from the two elders.

"Mm! Qi Meishao is gentle and kind, clever and perceptive, beautiful without overwhelming others. Truly rare! Truly rare indeed!"

"With such a beauty, Cheng Wen's romantic fortune is certainly not shallow! Hahaha!"

Lu Chengwen bowed again. "You two senior elders honor them too highly. I fear they would be ashamed by such praise."

At last, the three old senior elders were starting to act somewhat like senior elders.

Lu Chengwen had figured it out.

What reclusive masters? These old geezers were practically old perverts.

How did that saying go?

It wasn't that old people were too bad; it was that bad people had grown old.

That was exactly the feeling those two gave Lu Chengwen.

Just now atop Seven Star Peak, the