The next few days.
Baiyu lay in the rattan chair every day, lazily basking in the sun, indifferent to everything happening in the Bai Mansion.
Of course.
No one dared to disturb him.
Bai Guangtao was anxious these days; his son, who couldn't stay home for a day and liked to go out reveling, had surprisingly become so well-behaved lately.
At one point.
He almost thought his son's head had been injured.
This abnormal quietness made Bai Guangtao uneasy.
"Son, your sister is coming back soon. I heard two Immortal Masters will be accompanying her. Do you want to meet them?"
This day.
Bai Guangtao came to Baiyu's large courtyard, speaking earnestly.
In such a large Bai Family.
Naturally, there are people in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, or how could they always stand firm in Jiangdi City.
Baiyu raised his eyebrows, thought for a moment, and nodded: "Okay."
