A Perfect Soup (1)

The Old Grand Tutor Xie left in satisfaction.

When he returned, he asked someone to investigate everything that had happened to Ah Xun over the years.

He only told his eldest son and daughter-in-law about this matter and asked them to take care of him more.

He was close to eighty now, and he probably wouldn't be able to last for more than a few years.

Jiang Huailu refused to return to the immortal grass no matter what, so he directly rested in the clay figurine. However, he was unable to maintain his human form.

At night, Lu Huaijiang washed up.

"Can you not cover me up? I can't breathe."

"Mud people don't need to breathe." Lu Huaijiang did not dare to leave her outside. He brought her to the bathtub and covered her with his clothes.

"You don't need to breathe!" The little girl's voice was anxious and she stomped her feet.

Lu Huaijiang's hair was disheveled as he sat in the bathtub. The smoke gradually filled the air and covered his face.