Wang Ba was taken aback, and Chong Hua beside him slightly raised his sword-like eyebrows, unable to hold back his voice:
"That Qiao Wensong is..."
Qiao Zhongxu's expression was calm:
"He is my grandnephew. I have no offspring, so I regard him as my own, took him as a disciple, and he has accompanied me for a long time along the way."
Wang Ba and Chong Hua's expressions naturally turned solemn, rendered speechless for a moment.
Qiao Zhongxu, however, chuckled lightly and said:
"Taoist Friend Taiyi, there's no need to overthink. In this vast Realm Sea, who can truly evade death? Wensong is not someone with extraordinary qualifications. To reach that point, it was through my relentless efforts, unable to bear the separation of life and death, but every road has an end... just like now, just like us."
He stared intently into Wang Ba's eyes, seriously saying:
