Uncle Ying was a little surprised.
Because far too much time had passed—so much that even an old man like him had nearly forgotten the meaning of being alive.
He was of the merfolk clan, and the wars Undersea were exceedingly brutal. Once, he suffered a grievous wound and thought he was surely doomed to die, but by great fortune, he encountered Ning Shiqi, who had just awakened after having his token broken.
The Young Master saved him. He no longer wished to remain Undersea, living that kind of cruel, bloody life of struggle, so he begged to follow at the Young Master's side. After some consideration, the Young Master agreed.
Later, they journeyed from the Spirit Flame Continent, wandered their way to the Spirit Cultivation Realm, and finally found a patch of pure land here, where they settled down.
From then on, it was boundless, endless calm.
Many things—not to mention the Young Master—even he himself slowly stopped remembering.
