"Immortal Envoy."
Mu Fan suddenly stood up, his eyebrows serious and respectful, he bowed: "Please, Immortal Envoy, teach me. I will be forever grateful."
"Hahaha."
Jiang Feng was amused, his mood much improved, an air of satisfaction in his brows: "Did you hear that? The kid wants to be my disciple and wants me to teach him."
"The two Immortal Envoys have come down to the world, do not waste your time."
Lin Qingluo found the exchange between the two rather funny and joined in the conversation: "My disciple and brother are all excellent cultivators. Why don't the two of you put in some effort and teach them, passing on some life-saving skills?"
"Uh?"
Jiang Feng and Mo Yi were taken aback, their smiles frozen on their faces.
Did they just shoot themselves in the foot?
They had perfectly talked themselves into a corner.
So much for comfortably laying low and passing the time in the Spirit Realm.
"Leave them to you."