"Master!"

Seeing Mr. Song, Xu Tong's eyes suddenly became moist.

The master's kindness to him was very heavy, but to be more serious, it was a feeling of inheritance, and it was the support of the elders of the master's sect to the younger ones.

But Mr. Song was completely different. He was the one who brought Xu Tong into the family in a real sense, living together and giving him the same care as family members.

Master, master, master and father.

Until Mr. Song passed away, he left everything he had to him. This emotion cannot be expressed in words.

"Silly boy, why are you crying!"

Mr. Song took Xu Tong's hand and motioned him to sit down.

The master and Gao Zhuo walked into the room closely behind them. The master casually stood beside Mr. Song, but Gao Zhuo didn't dare to sit down and stood still.

In terms of age, he and Xu Tong are the same generation, but in terms of seniority, he is the youngest in the room, and Xu Tong is a generation older than him.

I saw the master taking the tobacco bag from Lao Song's hand, and then stuffed the tobacco into it with Gao Zhuo's attentiveness: "You were in a hurry last time. If you have any questions this time, you can just ask."

The master and master are all in front of me. Normal people would be satisfied at this time, so why bother asking so many questions.

But Xu Tong can't. This is related to his own practice and the means for him to gain a foothold as a certified player in the future. He must ask the matter clearly.

At least not in a confused way.
Chapter completed!