None of the four disciples had even noticed Elder Bai Qingshui.
Not a flinch. Not a glance.
It was as if the old man was invisible to them.
Hao stared at Lin Yijun's group, then back at the elder.
What the hell was the deal with this old man?
Should he… say something to Lin Yijun or Xiao Lianfeng?
Tell them that one of their sect's elders had just ghosted past them like fog?
Hao scratched his head.
Then shrugged.
Nah.
The lazy part of Hao kicked in with full force.
That sounded suspiciously like effort.
Besides, this wasn't his sect. Not his people. Not his responsibility.
If they couldn't even notice their own elder sneaking soda, was that really his problem?
Hao yawned.
Right as he blinked four times, Elder Bai Qingshui was suddenly standing right in front of him.
His left hand held four cans of Lime Fizz.
His right held four cans of Cola.
How greedy!
If this were the Bible, this would be the kind of greed that turned cities to ash and summoned plagues.
