Daoist Qingyun glanced at the young Daoist's mouth and couldn't help but fall silent for a moment.
But soon, smelling the fresh fragrance of melon lingering in the air, along with the steaming aroma of green tea nearby, his expression floated again.
Then he opened his eyes, his gaze like lightning, his movements equally swift.
With a swift motion, the small plastic fork stabbed directly into a piece of bright red watermelon.
As the watermelon entered his mouth.
"Mmm!"
The enlightened master stood up again, disregarding his image, his eyes eagerly looking at Song Tan, then his mouth wrapped around it, mumbling:
"Dear benefactor... munch munch munch... when are we leaving?"
"I have time right now... munch munch munch..."
The young Daoist, still holding saliva in his mouth, immediately panicked upon hearing this:
"Master, don't forget tomorrow is the first day of the lunar month!"
