"What do I want to say?"

The old man replied, "I would like to follow me to practice."

The old man's voice was gentle and calm as always:

"If it's not today, he will come out."

"Otherwise, just take it back."

Qi Wuhuo's body paused, and felt the weight of this sentence and the faint plain and coldness, not the tone or other coldness, because the old man was still gentle, and the coldness was a larger existence that the age of young man could not describe and describe.

I suddenly realized that the last lesson of separation in today's journey seemed to be different from what I thought.

Qi Wuhuo subconsciously glanced at the teacher. This time Qi Wuhuo could not see the old man's eyes clearly.

In countless memories later, these eyes were not happy or sad, but were extremely tolerant and peaceful.

I just feel like the vast and vast road, plain and distant.

The old man stroked his hair with his palm and said gently:
Chapter completed!