"My master's words?"
Su Han was momentarily stunned and looked up at the old instructor, thinking he might have misheard, "You saw my master?"
The old instructor put down the vegetables he was holding and smiled, "Of course I saw him. Your master is quite the gourmand, so I took some wine to him."
Su Han immediately stood up, a little anxious, "Where is my master?"
There were many things he was eager to get answers to from the old Daoist, but the old drunk was missing. Now that he knew the old instructor had seen him, how could Su Han restrain himself?
"Don't be impatient, I told you not to be impatient, sit down."
The old instructor purposely furrowed his brow, "Being anxious won't help."
Su Han had no choice but to sit down. At this moment, he couldn't think about enjoying the delicious food, his eyes fixed on the old instructor, waiting for him to speak and reveal news about the old Daoist.
"Your master," the old instructor smiled mysteriously, "is at Kunlun."
"Kunlun?"
