My Disciples Are the Best

"How could my disciples be the same as everyone else?"

When Qin Xi said this, he was still extremely proud. Daoist Yangmei, however, looked utterly unconcerned. He looked at Qin Xi and said, "All right, all right, all right. I praise you a couple of times, and you already think your tail's about to stick up into the sky. Hurry up and go."

"Since the whole morning has already passed and we've finished the inspection, I still need to go back for lunch."

Qin Xi looked at Daoist Yangmei. He really was like a glutton, treating meals as something incredibly important every single day.

Daoist Yangmei looked at Qin Xi and said, "Isn't life all about eating and drinking your fill, and living carefree?"

Qin Xi actually admired Daoist Yangmei's philosophy of life very much.

In the three days at the Heavenly Dao Dojo, all matters had already been properly arranged.

At lunch, Qin Xi said to Ao Xin, "I'm planning to return to Qilin Island with Daoist Yangmei tomorrow."

Ao Xin had not expected big boss Qin Xi to return to Qilin Island so soon. After all, he had only just returned to the Heavenly Dao Dojo for two or three days, and had merely gone through and arranged the affairs of the various regions. It really felt a little too rushed.

Seeing the questioning look in Ao Xin's eyes, Qin Xi said to her, "Because the Mediocre Death God is still there. I don't know what kind of accident might happen if his condition flares up during this period, and I still need to get information about the Masked Man out of him."

Of course, Ao Xin also knew that the most important thing for Qin Xi and the others right now was to find the Masked Man.