This is a young boy, about seven or eight years old, dressed in a blue hemp outfit with an impish and quirky appearance.
He is holding a bowl of rice in his hands, shouting to the surroundings.
Lin Ruhu poked his head out from the tree and slowly descended.
He waved and smiled, "Boy, come here."
"Brother Ruhu, why did you climb the tree," the boy ran over and handed the food to him.
He said, "It's still hot, eat it while it's warm."
"I'm not hungry," Lin Ruhu shook his head.
"Since you want to learn to cultivate from me, then you must be willing to endure hardships."
"Master above, please accept a disciple's bow," the boy was smart and immediately knelt down.
Lin Ruhu shook his head with a smile.
Actually, he had always been very worried about Zimo brother, but he had always trusted Xu Zimei completely.
If Zimo brother said to wait here for him, then he would surely come.
Lin Ruhu came to the back mountains of the True Martial Holy Sect, almost completely unnoticed.
