His Last Customer

While he was enjoying the melodious sound of Mei Yi's flute playing, Ling Yun saw several people approaching them. He immediately stood up and hugged the middle-aged man beside Zhang Bing. "Long time no see, Uncle Zhang."

"Haha!" Zhang Luo laughed as he hugged Ling Yun back and patted his back a few times, but he immediately let go of their hug and grabbed his shoulders. "My son was right; you are completely different now, and I can barely recognize you, Little Yun."

"My appearance is indeed different now, but I'm still the same as before, and I will always be grateful for all your kindness to me and my mother." Ling Yun replied with a sincere smile. "Even though it's a little late, I want you and Aunt Xin to become cultivators like us, especially since we will be going to the higher realms soon."

"Haha! It's never too late, and we can still start everything from scratch." Zhang Luo answered as he laughed.