The old man almost drooled when he smelled the roasted chicken. He waved his hand at Yun Chujiu. When he saw that Yun Chujiu had left, he hurriedly broke off a drumstick and ate it.
"Yes! That's the smell! Damn Old Ding. If I hadn't lost a bet with him, I would have forced him to make me a few hundred of them. Forget it, I'll save this one for later." The old man finished one roasted chicken and kept the other one into his storage ring.
After the old man used a cleaning spell to clean his hands, then started to tidy up the sheepskin scroll on the desk. Suddenly, he found the drawing paper that Yun Chujiu had folded.
The dry old man curiously opened the drawing paper and saw the drawing was of himself. He blew at his beard and glared at it. Below it was a line of dog-like words: "This drawing is for my most respected senior, he… He guided me towards the light. He is the sun in my heart.".