"Can't understand human speech?" Li Zhōujūn still wore that smiling expression, as if nothing in the world could affect him.
The atmosphere had already plummeted to freezing point.
"Hmph, just you wait!" After a while, Lü the Cripple gritted his teeth. Still, he did not dare fight Li Zhōujūn right then. He rose from his seat and left just as Su Sanniang came out carrying his wine gourd.
"Settle the bill." Su Sanniang smiled at Lü the Cripple.
"We're old acquaintances. Do you really care about this little bit of money?" Lü the Cripple's usual cheeky grin returned.
"Of course." Su Sanniang covered her mouth with one jade hand and giggled. "My things didn't come blowing in on the wind."
"So petty. Here—no need to give me change." Lü the Cripple tossed Su Sanniang a silver ingot, took his wine gourd, and left without looking back.
"Once the Longevity Fruit ripens, this Venerable will certainly tear that arrogant brat limb from limb!" Cold Heart Demon Venerable snarled through Lü the Cripple's mind.
"Your Excellency is wise. That brat doesn't know what's good for him. He must be torn limb from limb!" Lü the Cripple replied.
Meanwhile.
Li Zhōujūn had a few drinks at the tavern. Afterward, he ordered and finished a roast chicken before returning to the little courtyard.
Three months could pass quickly or slowly.
To cultivators in seclusion, three months were no more than the snap of a finger.
But for Li Zhōujūn, the salted fish lying in the courtyard and basking in the sun, they passed somewhat slowly.
"Sir, the Longevity Fruit should ripen today." At that moment, Bing Aoqing walked over to Li Zhōujūn and spoke.
"Is it about to ripen?" Li Zhōujūn's eyes narrowed slightly before he smiled. "No need to rush. Let it happen