"To be honest with you, Immortal Elder, the southwestern part of Jingbo City... is rather barren. Only people with somewhat shallow cultivation come here. Those who usually stay at the inn are middle-aged, though of course there are also some quite old ones. Young people like you, Immortal Elder, are not common. I presume... your cultivation must be profound! And since your cultivation is profound, then... then you must have quite a few immortal pills." Seeing there was hope, the waiter's face flushed as he stammered, "Actually... the most important thing is that other Immortal Elders... do not even deign to acknowledge a lowly one like me. Yet you, Immortal Elder, even... even said 'thank you' to me!"
"Ah? So that was it!" Xiao Hua had never expected that merely saying "thank you" could bring him trouble. Sigh, if it truly was as the waiter said, then so be it. After all, he really did have healing Wutuodan. But who could guarantee that the waiter's words... were not false?
"What should I do?" Xiao Hua felt somewhat troubled... Should he give it to him, or not???
Suddenly, Xiao Hua's eyes lit up, as though he had thought of something. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned slightly, took a Wutuodan from his space with his back to the waiter, then pretended to pat his storage pouch before handing the Wutuodan to the waiter. Smiling, he said, "Seeing that you are a filial son, how could this poor Daoist fail to fulfill your wish? This is a healing pill. Take it; consider it fate that we met!"
"Ah?" The waiter was even more overjoyed. His eyes were glued tightly to the pill, and he could scarcely believe it. His hand merely trembled, yet