Fan Yi said that, and from the backpack, he took out an old leather pouch and passed it to Yang Fei.
Though the leather pouch was old, it was sealed tightly with old-fashioned lye, and a yellowed seal sticker was still attached to it.
Yang Fei recognized at a glance that this was indeed his master's usual method.
Yang Fei stood up, bowed respectfully, and then received the leather pouch from Fan Yi's hands.
After sitting back down, Yang Fei was always concerned about his master, "How is Master's health, and how is his spirit?"
Fan Yi suddenly laughed.
Such a smile on his stern face seemed somewhat unnatural, "Shou Jing Gong's health is of course very good..."
"Guess where I saw him?"
Yang Fei immediately grimaced, covering his forehead and said, "Damn it, not at the bath center again?"
"Correct answer!"
Fan Yi casually said, "I was walking on the street when a child handed me a note, and the handwriting on it was unmistakably Shou Jing Gong's."