Wang Wu was still in shock.
In a flash, the woman in the yellow dress appeared before his true form, holding the top-grade hair.
Dozens of little gold-embroidered bags were thrown directly into his arms, and then she stood there, looking at him with a smile.
But at this moment, Wang Wu felt a chill run down his spine.
Because his cheap master, Old Man Gray, couldn't have arranged this by coincidence. He must have foreseen this long ago, so the three tasks he assigned Wang Wu earlier were meant to enlighten him.
Including now, having a disciple appear at his most helpless moment to save everything, also made him realize that his master truly possessed vast Divine Techniques.
Respect must be shown!
He must learn what it means to show respect.
With this thought, Wang Wu quickly set the gold-embroidered bags aside, stood up swiftly, and bowed respectfully to the woman in yellow.
