Wu Changqing was momentarily stunned, then his old face darkened slightly.
One secret medicine recipe after another floated through his mind.
Hong Luoyu's back chilled, suddenly reminded that the old man was in charge of his meals. With a cough, he floated next to the old man, intending to pat Wu Changqing's shoulder, but lacking arms, he could only lightly bump the old man's shoulder, chuckling dryly:
"You know, Old Wu, just joking, just joking."
"Come on, with the friendship between us, you tell me what you want to know, and I'll tell you everything."
Wu Changqing looked at Hong Luoyu, whose expressions changed faster than the weather, feeling amused and frustrated at the same time. He pointed at him and said, "I'm just curious about how you made the Fish Intestine Sword obey Master Huai Die."
