The man had come quickly and retreated even faster.
But Lian Youming could sense that he had not gone far and was watching him from the shadows.
"Senior Martial Uncle, you've been watching for so long. Aren't you coming out?"
Sitting in the cabin, he poured a cup of tea and leisurely took a sip.
Xuanling Perfected Person emerged from the shadows, smiling, with a half-eaten banana still in hand.
"Nonsense, I only just got back myself. Did you visit that passenger ship? What was it like inside?"
Lian Youming poured his Senior Martial Uncle a cup of tea as well. "The Hidden Killing Society is a scourge. It cannot be allowed to remain."
His answer was brief and to the point.
Testing drugs on living people alone made them a source of calamity.
And since these people were targeting martial artists, there was even less reason to let them remain.
The Martial Arts Tournament did not seem to have ended yet.
Before they had exchanged more than a sentence, Xuanling Perfected Person patted a pocket and pulled out a large handful of sunflower seeds.
"If you're bored, help me shell these. Shell plenty. Once there's a little pile, I want to eat them all in one mouthful!"
Sitting beside him, Lian Youming listened helplessly. Here they went again.
Xuanling Perfected Person smiled impishly. "Back then, whenever your master wanted a favor from me, he liked to shell sunflower seeds for me. I liked white steamed buns, so he would get up bright and early and make a point of buying me some from the first batch. We didn't have all these delicacies back then. One white steamed bun could keep me happy all day." Hearing this, Lian Youming felt his heart tremble. His Senior Martial Uncle was smiling as