Twelve years old, practicing martial arts for half a year, facing a black bear head-on.
Wang Anfeng spoke with a hint of nostalgia, and the tall strongman behind him couldn't help but shiver, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Dongfang Ximing's eyes brightened slightly, clearly very interested in this topic, and said:
"And what about that bear? Brother, did you set it free?"
Wang Anfeng shook his head and said, "No, I gave it to a little girl. Now it should be in the Taoist Sect, accompanying a young immortal and an old immortal every day. Its life is more carefree than mine. Thinking about it this way, it probably doesn't miss me at all."
There was a pause in his voice, and Wang Anfeng thought of the little girl Zhang Tingyun he met at the beginning of the year, and his smile became much gentler.
