Hong Yuan and Le Congsheng walked to a corner by the green wall, silently gazing at these young, vibrant disciples.
This very moment mirrored that one from long ago.
Back then, the two of them had also sought warmth in each other's company.
Together, they had confronted Chen Dongsheng and Xiao Youjun…
"The great power of time~"
Le Congsheng smiled, his eyes nearly closed, and let out a sigh.
It was as if, through these young disciples, he saw a reflection of his younger self: naive-faced and ignorant of the world.
Hong Yuan, meanwhile, remained silent for a short while.
Longevity Martial Arts, Longevity Martial Arts…
Time had always been his ally, helping him forcefully erase several unparalleled heroes from existence.
He always calculated time in terms of ten thousand years.
Yes, the great power of time~ Hong Yuan also felt a wave of emotion in his heart.
The same sentence: one laced with the sentiment of twilight years, the other imbued with the hope of a new dawn.
