"Oh, oh, oh."
Li Xuanxuan replied with a faint sense of loneliness, straightened his sleeves, and sat for a while on the mountain, watching the two juniors chatting. Feeling somewhat at a loss, he could only return below to draw talismans; the two juniors escorted him down, and Li Ximing sighed:
"Grandfather seems to be more spirited these days!"
Li Xijun nodded and said softly:
"Though the elder's cultivation level is not high, he has gone through much. Many things buried in the past can be answered through him, and seeing him so spirited, we can be at ease."
The two walked side by side. Li Ximing wore a magnificent golden Taoist robe, hesitated and said in a low voice:
"I've only heard that this Second Great Uncle's archery is divine, rare in this generation—his Golden Bow is ever victorious. If only he could return home, it would be like having our Stabilizing Sea God Needle again."
