"Master!" Daoist Wuwei became anxious, raising his voice to suppress it, "We who practice Daoism prefer bland tastes and are not picky eaters; we eat everything."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Song Tan did not put the phone on speaker, so Wu Lan only heard the two voices mumbling.
She finally hung up the phone: "Seventh Uncle, you must give importance to this tonight. I heard that the Daoist has a loud voice. Imagine, he's at such an old age yet has such a loud voice, he must be in really good health and has achieved success in his cultivation."
Seventh Uncle also nodded reservedly.
He pondered: At this age, isn't it reasonable to learn about health and longevity from the Daoist?
In the past, life, death, illness, and age were inevitable; aging was simply part of life.
But nowadays, we eat well every day, feel good after a stroll, and Qiaoqiao hasn't even finished learning my skills yet, how could I be in a hurry to meet King Yama?
