"Master, don't scare me, what are we going to do if you're gone?" The two young disciples were so frightened that they rushed up, crying and wailing as if grieving.
Mu Shanling stretched out his arm as if he wanted something but couldn't say what it was.
"Master, we are here, we are all here." One of the young disciples gripped their master's hand, choking up as he spoke.
"What good is it if you're here, I want a pig's leg, a pig's leg!" Mu Shanling caught his breath and cursed loudly.
Uh... both disciples simultaneously stopped their crying. If the master still wanted a pig's leg, then it meant he was fine, right?
With this doubt in mind, the two disciples ran to the table, grabbed the remaining pig's leg, and didn't leave out chicken or duck legs either.
Mu Shanling wasted no words, took the pig's leg, and started to devour it, laughing heartily from time to time, looking very satisfied and proud.
