Noon.
The Southeast Asian man lay motionless on the ground, not daring to move. Even though it's still September, the sunlight was scorching.
Wang Longhu sat in the shadow beneath the eaves, unaffected by the temperature, while this guy was miserable.
His body continually exuded hot sweat, which soaked through his hair and clothes.
A normal person couldn't withstand such intense heat. If it weren't for Wang Longhu constantly watching and keeping silent, this guy would have long since gotten up to find a cooler spot.
Slap.
Outside the ancient temple, footsteps were heard, and Wang Longhu looked up to see a sturdy old man, leisurely carrying two large jars, walking in from outside.
That flowing white hair, who else could it be but Old Lin.
"Huh?" Seeing the two people in the courtyard, Old Lin's expression froze. It was unexpected to see Wang Longhu here after not seeing him for several dozen days.
