In the forbidden area at the back mountain of Xuanyi Valley, in Sanqing Temple, Hua Qingcheng picked up an apple from the altar and naturally sat on the cushion under the statue of Sanqing, chatting with Zuo Qinglong who was also eating an apple beside her.

"Hua Qingcheng, I am Han Yichen's master now. Don't you feel guilty for treating me like this?"

Zuo Qinglong munched on the apple with a "crunch, crunch" sound, not looking like a respected old Taoist priest at all.

"Slug, how dare you say that? You bear the title of my Master Sanlang, but you haven't taught him any skills. How dare you?" Hua Qingcheng sneered slightly.

"Who said I didn't teach him? Didn't I feed him delicious barbecued pork buns since he was a child, so that he would have the same hobby as you?" Zuo Qinglong touched Xuantian's gray beard and said half seriously and half jokingly.

Hua Qingcheng: ...

Okay! Thank you for training a husband for me even before I came here!

"By the way, Slug, you've lived here for sixteen years using Xuantian's identity. In your opinion, is his ability to predict the future real?"

Since the person living in Xuantian's shell was an acquaintance of hers, Hua Qingcheng asked the doubts in her heart very bluntly.

"That's natural."

Zuo Qinglong stroked Xuantian's gray beard with a haughty look on his face.

"Then tell me quickly, is the old man in my Huaqiao Village pregnant with a boy or a girl? Also, when will my Achen give birth to Xiao Qingqing and Xiao Xiaochen for me?" Hua Qingcheng kicked Zuo Qinglong who was standing beside her.

Zuo Qinglong: ...

"Do you think I'm a color ultrasound machine?" Zuo Qinglong rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"As for Han Yichen's Xiao Qingqing and Xiao Xiaochen... the secret cannot be revealed. If it is revealed, I will die soon!" Zuo Qinglong stroked Xuantian's gray beard, with an unfathomable look on his face.

"What are you afraid of? It's not your life that's short!" Hua Qingcheng said seductively.

Zuo Qinglong: ...

It seems to make sense, but it also doesn't seem to make sense...

(Far away in another time and space, Xuantian, who was dancing with a pretty girl in his arms while wearing Zuo Qinglong's appearance, sneezed several times.)

"There's no father and son without hatred. Your little Chenchen will be a naughty kid who loves to mess with his daddy. That's all I can tell you."

Zuo Qinglong felt that after he finished speaking, some of Xuantian's teeth, which had been in good condition before, seemed to be loose...