In the blink of an eye, another month had passed. He Xiaoyao had now spent two months at the Little Hot Spring.
When he returned to Qilu Garden that day to take a look, the entire place was in complete disarray, shrouded in a murky, chaotic haze. Meanwhile, Li Dahai's face was covered in a thick beard, and his hair grew wild like overgrown weeds, making him look a bit like that eccentric Senior Uncle Grandmaster deep inside the mountain cave.
He Xiaoyao said, "I say, Brother Dahai, could it be that you've seen through the vanity of the mortal world or gone mad from your cultivation? I spent two months cooped up in the Little Hot Spring and didn't go crazy, yet you managed to lose your mind. What on earth happened?"
Chapter 65