Waving his hand, the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit generously handed the Rainbow Medicine Pouch and the Heavenly Dao Poisonous Fog inside it to Qi Xiu.
"Mister is so generous, I would be truly ungrateful to refuse it."
"Enough of that, kid, you don't seem like a polite person."
Without the torment of the Heavenly Dao Backlash, the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit's tone became much lighter, starting to joke with Qi Xiu.
"Mister, where does this come from..."
"We're already so familiar, there's no need for formalities anymore. Back in the day, when I wandered the mundane world, I took on a name, Xu Zhitian.
From now on... just call me Old Xu."
Revealing his mundane name to Qi Xiu symbolized that the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit, Xu Zhitian, genuinely acknowledged Qi Xiu.
"So... Old Xu?"
Seeing the Flying Immortal Pot's Spirit say so, Qi Xiu stopped hesitating and tried calling out with a smile.
"Ah, that sounds much more comfortable.
