The master of Zijin Peak, Qingyue Immortal Master, did not come again for the three-year magic competition.
Here is his chief disciple Yu Xian
"Um, Yu Xian, you can go to tomorrow's competition for me. I suddenly have a headache today, it looks really uncomfortable!"
Wen Zhihe looked at his head, as if he really had a headache.
"Master! Are you okay?"
When Yu Xian heard this, he suddenly panicked and hurriedly went to take care of it. He went to bring another bowl of medicinal soup to Wen Zhihe.
"In that case, Master, let me ask my disciple to go on your behalf tomorrow."
Yu Xian said
Shi Zhihe nodded with tears in his eyes, crying inwardly.
He has spent several lifetimes of virtue and talent in exchange for such a great disciple!
Intention: "You know my only weakness is you, and it can only be you."