Xiao Zeyu was overjoyed when he heard an old Daoist wanted to see him.
"Haha, Shuisheng, you guessed it was me?"
Zhou Bo walked over with a loud laugh while swinging his horsetail whisk. Speaking of which, the old priest used this horsetail whisk to pretend to be immortal. With three strands of beard, he looked graceful, like an immortal.
"Uncle's Master, you're timely. You came when I missed you."
Xiao Zeyu heard his uncle's Master's voice and exited the carriage. He walked over in giant strides and held his hand with both hands, very excited.
Zhou Bo stroked his beard and smiled at Xiao Zeyu,
"This Penniless Priest predicted that you and Qing girl were in trouble, so I didn't even travel around. I came to help you."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle."
