"Not, not, this time I don't need it, at least it should last for decades."
"Oh, I understand now."
Watching Wu Shuangge leave, Yu Ziqing let out a long breath.
He was truly scared of this stubborn person thinking he was poisoned, holding the Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl all the time, chasing after him.
If one day, while he was discussing something with others, this guy felt it was time, burst in and said, 'Young master, it's time to use the restroom,' how would he survive afterward?
Wu Shuangge would definitely do something like that.
Yu Ziqing sat there drinking tea, his face full of loneliness, nobody came to kill him, so he had to create some opportunities for others.
Others wanted time, so Yu Ziqing couldn't give them time.
Those people still didn't understand what those words meant or where the Sealed Land was.
So, he decided to help them figure it out.
