Ning Dai covered her head with both hands. Her facial features were twisted in pain, but she raised her face and shouted to the sky, "Master, stop fooling around!"
"Dai'er?" Mo Chen looked at her in surprise. He followed her line of sight and looked into the sky. He asked in surprise, "Who are you talking to?"
"Hahaha, Little Dai'er, your kung fu is not falling behind."
Before he could finish his sentence, a hearty laughter approached from afar.
Mo Chen raised his head and saw an old man in a white cotton robe with a white beard that reached his chest falling from the sky.
The old man had white hair, but he had a youthful appearance. His voice was loud and clear. He took a few exaggerated steps and ran to Ning Dai's side. He looked around curiously like a child.
Ning Dai revealed a helpless smile and reached out to hold the old man's arm. "Where has Master been all this time? You almost let Dai'er die."
