Ren Water Flat Peach

Damn, so the old Daoist before me really was Hongjun! Yuan Tian was beside himself with excitement. At last, he had met the living Dao Ancestor. Look at what this guy was saying—when had he ever seen a dead Dao Ancestor? Speechless...

"Little friend?"

"Mm, mm, Daoist?"

What was it now? Don't disturb me!

"Does little friend have something happy to share? Why not tell this old Daoist and let me enjoy it too?" Hongjun said with that same smiling face.

"Ah? It's nothing. I was simply delighted to see this Peach of Immortality, one of the ten Innate Spirit Roots, here with you, Daoist. Just happy, that's all." Yuan Tian chuckled and laughed it off, clearly not telling the truth.

What else could Yuan Tian have said? He could hardly say, I know you'll become the biggest BOSS in the Primordial Wilderness, and I'm thrilled to meet you.

If Yuan Tian had truly dared to say that, Hongjun would have smiled even more happily, then seized Yuan Tian and slowly interrogated him about how he knew.

With Yuan Tian's current cultivation, there was no way he could divine Hongjun's future.

"Oh, is that so? Then, little friend, have a taste of this Peach of Immortality!" Hongjun was only half-convinced by Yuan Tian's words. This brat had not even been staring at the peaches at first, so how could he possibly be so excited?

"Yes, Daoist, you should have some too!" Yuan Tian seemed to have stopped standing on ceremony, even carrying himself a little like the host.

"Hehe, please." Dao Ancestor Hongjun also picked up a spirit fruit from the table, though it was not a Peach of Immortality. He did not have many of those peaches in hand at present.

"Please!"

Truthfully, Yuan Tian had not thought much