Mu Cheng stared blankly at the old man's retreating figure.

"Alas, get some spiritual stones, don't be as exhausted as before..." Mu Cheng hurriedly chased after him.

But Mu Cheng was suddenly startled.

Walking out of Beixue City, you can see the rickety old man everywhere.

"Farewell...maybe we will never see each other again."

Mu Cheng suddenly felt melancholy in his heart, sighed deeply, and returned to Beixue City.

Once you enter the spiritual practice, you will grow old. When you look back, it has been hundreds and thousands of years.

Cultivation...how can it be as carefree and carefree as mortal beings think?

Very far away.

The wind and snow fell on the rickety old man and melted into his body.

The blizzard covered him, and the strong wind ravaged his thin body.

But the rickety old man was so determined every step he took.

“Travel thousands of miles and cultivate thousands of ways.

With the highway as your companion, a blizzard will come.”

The rickety old man muttered to himself and disappeared into the wind and snow.

He is Su Xuan.
Chapter completed!