The three big shots exchanged smiles, as if the grievances and affections accumulated over the years suddenly seemed unimportant at this moment.
Thirty years have passed, and many things should be let go. The great battle of thirty years ago caused the four closest friends to part ways.
If not, what brilliance the Zoroastrian Sect would have today.
With such thoughts, the three of them couldn't help but sigh, especially Han Shantong, a soul of inspiration, who died in battle at Wending Mountain, and from then on became a complete legend!
The three exchanged glances, with countless words they wished to express, yet for a moment, they couldn't speak. After a long while, what emerged from Peng Yingyu's mouth was.
"Let's heal first!"
As soon as these words were spoken, the three exchanged glances again, Fang Guozhen said: "Like before?"
