Bai Jin sat on the chair in the garden for a long time without speaking.
Instead, he observed Mu Yunchu for a long time.
"That old thing, though not impressive himself, his choice of disciple isn't bad."
As soon as he spoke, it was clear that he was an old acquaintance of Mu Yunchu's master.
Otherwise, he wouldn't use the term 'old thing.'
Moreover, it also indirectly indicated that he wasn't just a 'bank employee.'
Mu Yunchu asked, "Sir, do you know my master?"
"More than just know."
There was a hint of another emotion in Bai Jin's eyes, somewhat empty as he looked into the distance.
This state didn't last long before he returned his gaze.
He pushed the item in his hand forward, "This is what that old thing asked me to keep for you."
Three pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on his right hand, expressions somewhat subtle.
"Ah! I'm sorry."
"This is the one."
Bai Jin hurriedly pulled back his thermos.
He pushed the wooden box a bit further away.
