"Hey, hurry up, hurry up!" A woman dressed in a greyish-white dress stood at the door, beckoning to her husband.
"I know, I know." Inside the house, the man picked up a chipped pottery bowl, gulped down the noodles, and wiped the soup from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"So filthy! Don't go offending the Great Immortal!" The woman hurriedly pulled out a coarse cloth and wet it. "Wipe yourself off before you go!"
Chapter 92