Soon, the big bowl of fish soup was emptied!
Yao Mengji wiped his lips with satisfaction. Swiftly after, he stood up and said to Li Nianfan politely, "Mr. Li, thank you for having me. I shall leave now."
Li Nianfan looked at Yao Mengji for a moment and sighed. "Goodbye, Mr. Yao."
He wondered if this was his farewell to Yao Mengji.
Yao Mengji jolted and let out a painful look. Finally, he nodded his head and walked out of the yard.
Li Nianfan looked at his back, feeling emotional. He was rather upset.
Life was full of uncertainties. Regardless if it was an ordinary man or a cultivator, they would face the same problem in the end. Perhaps this was what made life so precious.
Maybe when it came to the end of his life, Li Nianfan would be just like Yao Mengji.
No wonder the scholar insisted on finding the secret of longevity. Life was too short. Who would want to leave so soon?