The valley.
Yin Moran and Lin Qian brought along the three little ones and came before the two high elders.
"Shigong, Grandma Nie."
Chu Ziyang politely greeted the two elderly figures.
"Hmm, you've come?"
Qi Kun sat upright on the stone bench, his gaze fixed on the pills on the table. When he saw the three little ones appear, his eyes lit up.
"Hey, my other little grand-disciple is here too?"
Lin Zirui took a small step back, tightened his grip on Lin Qian's delicate hand, yet still politely greeted Qi Kun.
"Sir Qi."
This old man whom he both feared and respected!
This time, he was determined not to stay in the valley.
"What's your name again? Zirui, right? Come over, why so far from me? Let your shigong see if you've improved lately."
Qi Kun really liked Lin Zirui. Seeing him lean towards Lin Qian, he immediately got up to fetch him.