"Divine Doctor Zhao, I'll head back with Senior Brother Li now."
Seeing Zhao Huaian nod without saying anything, Liu Bohu hurried to add this, afraid of disturbing his cultivation.
Sensing the restraint and respect in Liu Bohu's voice, Zhao Huaian shook his head and sighed. "Brother Liu, you don't have to be so formal. We're brothers. You can treat me as you always have."
Zhao Huaian's words sent a warm current through Liu Bohu's heart.
But he glanced at Li Wanxing, who stood respectfully beside him, then shook his head with a bitter smile. "Divine Doctor Zhao, you may cherish old ties, but I can't be thoughtless. You're a capable man, far beyond me in every way, whether in other abilities or in aptitude. I ask for nothing else. I only hope you'll look after me in the future."
The trip to Black Wind Island, and the pain of losing an arm.
It had made Liu Bohu much more mature. He was no longer as casual as he had once been.
He knew it all too well.
Having lost an arm, his combat strength had been greatly diminished, and his cultivation was the lowest in the Task Team.
Liu Yuanping was treating him as he always had for now, out of a sense of compensation and guilt.
But what about as time passed?
That sense of compensation and guilt would probably fade, little by little.
So how could he possibly be as carefree and casual as before?
Hearing this, Zhao Huaian said nothing more. He merely gave Liu Bohu a complicated look.
In the short span of two years.
The spirited boy of yesteryear had, in the end, changed from Runtu in the melon field beneath the moon into A Shui.
Liu Bohu bowed respectfully, then helped Li Wanxing toward