He was a little boy of around seven or eight, dressed in blue hemp clothes, with a mischievous, peculiar look about him.
Holding a bowl of rice, he called out in all directions.
Lin Ruhu poked his head out from the tree and slowly descended.
He beckoned with a smile. "Kid, come here."
"Brother Hu, why are you up in a tree?" The child ran over and handed him the rice.
"It's still hot. Eat it while it's warm."
"I'm not hungry." Lin Ruhu shook his head.
"If you want to cultivate under me, you must be willing to endure hardship."
"Master above, please accept this disciple's bow!" The child was clever, immediately kneeling and kowtowing.
Lin Ruhu shook his head and laughed.
In truth, he had always been worried about Brother Zimo, but he had always trusted Xu Zimo without reservation.
Since Brother Zimo had told him to wait here, he would certainly come.
After arriving at the Back Mountain of the True Martial Sacred Sect, Lin Ruhu had come and gone like a ghost, unnoticed by gods or demons.
Though his strength seemed rather ordinary beside Xu Zimo, after coming to the Yuanyang Continent, it would not be an exaggeration to call him invincible.
After all, as a Dao Fruit Expert, above him were still Great Saints and Great Emperors.
Thus, in this world, Lin Ruhu was practically invincible.
Yet even so, Lin Ruhu obediently waited here for Xu Zimo.
However, when he had first arrived at the Back Mountain, Lin Ruhu had happened upon something.
This child had been stuffed into a sack, and someone had intended to sink him into the river behind the mountain and drown him.
Lin Ruhu had saved the child when he arrived. The child had immediately worshipped him as though he