Li Fu cheered and ran towards the electric tricycle.
Li Huan got out of the car and reached out to hug Li Fu, who was rushing towards him.
"Father! You didn't lie to me! You've met with us again after only three months!"
Li Fu was overjoyed, her face flushed with excitement.
Huang Rong walked happily to Li Huan and took his hand.
Guo Jing quickly clasped his hands in greeting: "Senior Brother! How have you been?"
Qiu Chuji, the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen School, Lu Youjiao, the elders of the Beggars' Sect, and other martial arts figures all bowed and paid their respects to Li Huan.
Li Huan glanced at Guo Jing's head: "Junior brother, is your scalp still itchy?"
Guo Jing grinned: "I listened to my senior brother and used soap powder and beer to wash my hair, which cured my stubborn itchy scalp!"
Li Huan gestured, "Scratch hard, let me see."
Guo Jing immediately raised his hand and scratched his scalp.
Sure enough, the dandruff stopped falling out.
Li Huan laughed and said, "That's right! How could the dignified Master Guo be bothered by such a small amount of dandruff?"
At this moment, Qiu Chuji looked at Li Huan with a guilty expression.
"Leader Li, I have failed your trust. I have not been able to properly discipline my disciple, Yang Guo, who suffered injustice at Chongyang Palace and thus fled to the Ancient Tomb Sect to become a disciple of Miss Long..."
Li Huan reprimanded sharply: "Master Qiu, you've done more than just fail to discipline your disciple! If I hadn't stopped Yin Zhiping in time, he would have already defiled Miss Long's chastity!"
Qiu Chuji blushed, feeling even more ashamed.
Li Huan deliberately asked, "You don't mind if I carve words on Yin Zhiping's face, do you?"
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