As for Yue Hu, her cultivation had soared, and Yue Ling was no longer at the same level as her.
Every time Yue Ling saw Yue Hu's cultivation increase, she felt both happy and sad.
Happy because she was happy for Yue Hu, who was not only one step closer to becoming an Immortal but also one step closer to her dream.
The sad part was, what if Yue Hu became an Immortal and she hadn't?
When the time came, and her Master's tenure was over and Yue Hu had ascended to the heavens, what would she do left all alone?
Fortunately, she had Little White by her side.
She could take Little White with her, wander the worldly society, and realize her dream of proudly traversing it...
As for Mo Chen, these sixty years hadn't really changed anything for him.
He had lived for over a thousand years, let alone a mere sixty.
The only change he felt was that his two disciples had become more mature, and Yue Hu had also made some progress in her cultivation.
