Li Jizhou's lips curled into a slight smile, apparently eager to watch the spectacle.
Soon, the owner of the laughter strode into the backyard as if entering an unpopulated place.
"Hahaha, which lucky kid got the Iron Tree Silver Flower? Come, let me have a look."
A towering figure, face flushed red, hair puffed up, resembling a fierce Zhang Fei, yet with white beard and hair, flashed step by step into the inner hall.
He looked around and immediately locked his gaze on Li Jizhou.
"Is it you, kid? Hahaha, you truly look blessed, come, let me take a closer look."
"Qingwei greets the elder," Fang Qingwei slightly bowed with a conflicted expression.
"Hey, Little Fang, don't learn those pretentious things from your father." The Immortal Daoist Venerable waved his hand nonchalantly.
Then he looked at the unmoving Li Jizhou: "What? Afraid I can't pay the price?"
