"Master, if you have any design in mind, you can design it yourself!"
"You two have two acres of land. Is that enough?"
*Hiss!*
Two acres of land!
Daoist Wuwei grabbed Daoist Qingyun's hand: "Master! The juniors are so earnest in their desire to learn, refusing them further would be disrespectful to the Taoist Ancestor!"
He then vigorously scraped the last bit of food from the bottom of his bowl, earnestly promising Song Tan, "Don't worry, I'll start spreading the word in the village tomorrow."
Song Tan's eyes curved into a smile as she extended her hand, "Senior brother, there are still some pancakes in the pot; they taste delicious in fish soup. Would you like another bowl?"
Daoist Wuwei replied seriously, "Cut the pancakes bigger for me."
As soon as he spoke, Daoist Qingyun's bowl was hastily handed over: "Cut me two pieces!"
This sudden request made Wu Lan and Lun Jing dumbfounded.
