Huo Yazi walked to the entrance of the main hall of the ancestral hall with his sword in hand, not daring to touch the light curtain. Just as he was looking into the hall, he was frightened by the sudden thunder.

The old Taoist looked up at the sky, seeing dark clouds rolling in and lightning flashing frequently. When he turned back, he found a few big characters floating out of thin air in front of the ancestral hall door:

The golden finger has been activated...

Huo Yazi stared at the large crystal characters floating in front of him, rubbed his eyes, and didn't realize that this was still a row of simplified Chinese characters.

He looked down at the broken ebony sword in his hand again. The blue light on the sword was a little brighter than before, and the sword was trembling slightly.

"Ah!"

He stared at the broken sword and thought for a while, and suddenly became excited.

It took so long that he had to take a moment to understand the significance of this row of long-lost simplified Chinese characters.

Goldfinger!

The old Taoist finally returned to his past life where he was fishing in class and reading novels under the covers.

His vision gradually blurred, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and a few old tears fell on his gray beard.

Ten years...

Ten years!

You are such a turtle grandchild!

Where to go...
Chapter completed!