The loose cultivator at Qi Cultivation Third Layer next door, Li Fu, surprisingly called out to him, but his words were full of mockery, "Big Dog, it's rare for you not to kneel and call me Brother Li today, as if the sun has risen from the west."
"Fellow Daoist Li, let's chat another day. I'm going back to tend to my injuries."
Wen Jiu ignored him, because in the original memory, the derogatory nickname "Big Dog" was one he gave him.
The original self could only agree with timid joy and flattery, offering a few words of praise, but he neither wanted to learn nor could he.
Because he had a backbone.
Could bow.
But could not kneel.
A man kneels only to heaven, earth, and parents.
"Hmm? Why is this guy behaving so unusually today?" Seeing Wen Jiu salute calmly and then turn to enter his house, Li Fu was a bit surprised. He was ready to say some sarcastic words when Wen Jiu tried to flatter him.
