C1201 Spiritualist and immortals in painting

About four hours later.

"Little Jie, I'm back. Let's go make some food. I'm so tired."

In front of the shop, the skinny old man, who had lived his entire life, walked over with a bag of medicinal ingredients. He placed the medicinal ingredients on the table and waved his hand at Yin Jie, instructing him.

"Alright, by the way, uncle, there's an important guest waiting for you