Bewildered Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal

After ten days or so of labor, the hawthorn seed from Boss Tan which had been cultivated in spirit soil and watered with spirit water day and night had finally sprouted and was growing quickly.

Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal put his hands on his hip and looked at the young green hawthorn fruit with a sense of pride.

Ten minutes or so ago, the fruit had only been as big as a soybean, but it was now growing rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Soon, the fruit of the hawthorn tree would be fully ripe. But despite his pride, Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal still felt somewhat frustrated, because the little mud-playing girl whom Boss Tan had mentioned had yet to show up!

"Senior Immortal, will the girl whom Boss Tan mentioned really show up?" Song Qingshu, dressed in a well-ironed suit behind the man in white, asked.

"Who knows…" The young man looked a little unhappy as he pursed his lips.