China, the center of the world.
While Fu Xuan's heart was in turmoil, it didn't prevent him from finding Su Lianqing, or more accurately, finding "Xu Qing" once more.
"He's here," Xu Qing pointed at a young man who appeared idiotic.
Fu Xuan was initially shocked and furious, then he walked to the side of the foolish young man, gazed deeply, took his pulse, and finally sighed longingly at the sky.
An inexplicable sense of melancholy filled his chest.
He really wanted to curse that wretched heaven.
Why is it so unfair?
"Even if one is the reincarnation of a Ghost Immortal, after several cycles of reincarnation, they will also become ordinary. Grandmaster Murong was a person of the grassland, reborn in Central Earth, and must endure some tribulations," Xu Qing comforted.
Reincarnation, after all, was something he couldn't understand.
It's best not to enter it at all.
