Wenren Sheng acted as soon as he thought of it. He left the bedroom and finally found Wu Shanshan in the flowerbed in the backyard.
His villa was naturally enormous, and it had been expanded several times.
The flowerbed in the backyard was located in the southwest corner, accessible through an arched gateway.
Wu Shanshan was watering a patch of bamboo.
The bamboo stalks were clearly segmented, slender and upright, their leaves sharp as swords.
Wenren Sheng recalled Wei Yiqing saying that this Immortal liked bamboo flowers, and that he was rather foolish.
How could he be foolish? He simply did not understand why an Immortal would happen to like flowers that bloomed only once.
Forget it. To each their own.
He walked over and stood behind her without speaking.
She did not speak either, continuing to water the plants.
"All the plants in my home have underground drip irrigation systems. They won't go thirsty," he said after waiting a while and making conversation for lack of anything else to say.
"Watering is a ritual." "Wu Shanshan" finally set down her watering can and turned around.
Sigh, there really was a generation gap when talking to this ancient woman.
The old Wu Shanshan had not been this wordy.
"Oh, I see. A ritual. Yes, life needs a sense of ceremony," Wenren Sheng replied perfunctorily before adding, "but someone is trying to destroy that sense of ceremony now."
"Get to the point."
You were the one beating around the bush first.
Thinking this, Wenren Sheng explained why he had come.
"Why should I help you fight those people?" Wu Shanshan asked in return.
"Didn't I help you once last time?" Wenren Sheng replied instinctively, then immediately realized he had said the wrong thing.
Given this woman's temperament, the right answer should