Go inside.
As soon as Suan Tian went inside, the atmosphere became somewhat eerie.
Ning Wangyang sipped his wine, eyes observing nose, nose observing heart.
Bai Shi and the Netherworld were enjoying a feast, occasionally glancing to the side.
Li Chen glared at the Spiritual Treasure Daoist Honor and Suan Tian.
Suan Tian and the Spiritual Treasure Daoist Honor stared each other down.
"Fortune teller, you old thing, you're still not dead." Finally, the Spiritual Treasure Daoist Honor uttered this rudely.
"You're older than me; if you haven't died, why would I?" Suan Tian replied unhurriedly.
Indeed, the two were old acquaintances, even known each other from very ancient times.
But Suan Tian wasn't wrong; the Spiritual Treasure Daoist Honor was indeed much older than him.
