Hualong Hall!
Di Wu Jing looked at these twelve chairs, supporting his chin with one hand, his brow slightly furrowed.
The chairs were vacant, and the splendor of yesterday was nowhere to be seen.
Even when all twelve chairs were occupied, the core was only the few people at the front.
But the atmosphere was ultimately different.
Especially the third chair...
Though it was left vacant for years.
Yet he always knew Dongmen Yong was in Donghuang.
But now, they are truly separated by Yin Yang.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh.
Then he heard a woman's voice coming from another side:
"Why is Old fifth so sentimental?
"Sitting here and sighing, it doesn't seem like your style...
"Or does one get nostalgic as they grow old?
"Able to shed bitter tears just by gazing at a chair?"
Di Wu Jing didn't lift his head and knew it was Fourth Shock.
Immediately, he didn't raise his head, just let out a cold laugh:
"Little girl, stop looking for fun at my expense.
