"Old man, you must be hungry since you haven't had lunch yet, right? Have some fruit to fill your stomach. Once the ritual is done, I'll treat you to a good meal as a reward," Chen Yang said with a smile, placing the fruits he had just gathered on the altar for the old man to eat.
The old man seemed very easygoing, always smiling.
Moreover, he didn't mind being called 'old man' by Chen Yang. Several times, his disciples wanted to correct Chen Yang's way of calling him, but he stopped them.
"Alright, since the young friend has brought it, I won't refuse it either."
The old man didn't hold back and immediately began eating the fruit, as did his disciple.
At the first bite, their eyes both lit up.
Seeing this, Chen Yang immediately knew that the master and disciple had never tasted such delicious fruit before.
