Replacing The World Tower

On the building's second floor.

Jue Mingzi was anxiously pacing back and forth in a room filled with the aroma of tea.

"Master, this is not good, right?" he would ask the old man who was quietly drinking tea at the table from time to time.

The old man held the teacup and said, "What kind of master is he if he can't even withstand this little bit of time?"

"But they're my guests, after all. Isn't this a little rude?" Jue Mingzi's face was filled with embarrassment.

The old man chuckled. "Only those who are respected are guests. Those who are not respected are evil. "If they are not guests, how can you be rude?"

Jue Mingzi looked at the old man speechlessly.

He felt very helpless about his master's strange character.

Outside the small building.

Wang Wen's ears twitched.