Afterwards, Lin Chen never heard from Shopkeeper Wu, nor did he see him return to the marketplace to seek old friends.
Little did he expect that after seven or eight years, when he heard news of him again, it would be in such a manner...
Thinking of this, Lin Chen felt a deep emotion and sighed lightly:
"For us cultivators, cultivation is like sailing a small boat in the vast ocean. We must act with extreme caution, looking three times before taking each step..."
"Otherwise, if we encounter any accidents, it would lead to everlasting regret!"
"Shopkeeper Wu, he... sigh..."
Lin Chen shook his head. Although he wasn't very familiar with Shopkeeper Wu, they had some interactions.
Seeing an elder from the past perish and fade away always stirs some feelings.
Huang Xin, upon hearing this, also nodded in deep agreement, secretly remembering Lin Chen's words in his heart.
Then, he took out a storage bag and said:
