When he saw the Old Man sit down at the table, he hurried over, picked up a teacup, poured him a cup of tea, and respectfully offered it to him with both hands.
The Old Man nodded lightly twice at his actions.
It seemed Dao Lord Taichu understood the importance of respecting one's master. The Old Man was quite pleased, since he intended to take Dao Lord Taichu as his disciple in the future.
As he watched the Old Man lift the teacup and take two light sips, he could no longer hold back and wanted to ask the questions weighing on his mind.
Seeing how anxious he was, the Old Man said nothing and waited for Dao Lord Taichu to ask his questions one by one.
At last, he could no longer endure it.
"Senior, I have some questions I would like to ask. I hope you can answer them for me."
The Old Man knew this brat had long since reached his limit, but he still wanted to keep him guessing and test his patience.
"I'm tired now and don't feel like talking. I'm going to bed. Whatever questions you have can wait until tomorrow."
The Old Man spoke lazily and even pretended to let out a long yawn.
Hearing this, he did not dare continue asking. He knew the black-clad man had said that the Old Man had sent him to kill Dao Lord Taichu.
Yet now that he had met the Old Man, neither of them had made a move. Dao Lord Taichu's mind was in complete turmoil.
Seeing that he had stopped speaking, the Old Man said lazily,
"All right. If there's nothing important, go sleep in the room next door. I need to rest too."
Hearing the Old Man's words, he could only obediently