"Junior Brother, where do you want to go?"
As the old Taoist was about to turn and leave the overseas region, a voice came from Qionghua Hall, followed by a cold and indifferent figure.
The old Taoist paused slightly, his expression complicated as he turned back, remaining silent.
How long had it been since he last heard this form of address?
A thousand years, or maybe two thousand, or even longer...
He ultimately couldn't let go of Mu Zili and thought of personally making a trip, even if something happened, the three disciples together, along with a small burden of Walking the Dao, would be quite sufficient to handle most situations.
He never expected that Di Liuxin was still here or perhaps had always been sitting in the hall, watching the ebb and flow of Central Continent's situation.
Di Liuxin walked over slowly, and the two exchanged a brief glance before he spoke first, in a sighing tone.
"You have always been different from us, and this is not good."
