Serving a Senior
The silver flying boat tore across the horizon and landed atop a suspended structure in the blink of an eye.
The Fat Man straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and, after confirming that not a speck of dust clung to him, pushed open the door and entered.
Blazing flames roared, illuminating the originally dim main hall until it was bright as day.
A young, graceful woman wore a slit gauze dress that revealed her long, straight legs. Her eyes shimmered like water as she used her slender jade hands to massage an old man's shoulders.
The old man's face was covered in wrinkles, his scalp smooth and bare. His large hands roamed recklessly over her snow-white skin.
Seeing the Fat Man arrive, the old man grinned and asked, "How did things go?"
The Fat Man's expression was respectful. "Master Xing, that disciple from Paper Figure Peak agreed on the surface, but I could sense that he had other intentions."
"Oh?"
"A disciple from Paper Figure Peak whom no one cares about actually has the nerve to be so ungrateful."
The old man's eyes narrowed. His palm instinctively tightened, making the young woman's brows crease in pain, yet she never dared reveal the slightest dissatisfaction.
"That wretch hid in Pingle City and acted crazed for years, making me think he didn't possess anything left behind by that couple."
"Who would have thought that he had mastered a special cultivation technique and even handed it to that old undead from Paper Figure Peak?"
At this point, the old man gave a cold laugh and asked, "Tell me, have I not treated him well?"
"When he was at Lingxiao Peak, I personally taught him cultivation techniques and looked after him in every way."
"It was he who willingly threw himself