The rain outside started pattering down again.
Daoist Qingyun and Wuwei were practicing with their phones in the hotel, and after a while, both sighed deeply.
The scolding words at Wuwei's lips paused, and he swallowed them back.
At this moment, he was full of frustration staring at his lagging master, wanting to say something but relying heavily on the other for good food and drink.
Alas! One must respect their master and uphold the teachings, no bullying of the master and betrayal of ancestors!
But food is the original sin, unforgivable even by The Three Pure Ones...
He hesitated for a long time, finally grabbing onto a sore point:
"Master, it seems like you've gained weight."
Daoist Qingyun was shocked!
He quickly took out a mirror from his pocket and looked left and right; the small square mirror was intricately designed, its lens of excellent quality, reflecting a clear and undistorted image.
Because of this, the slightly rounded face inside was particularly glaring.
