Zhao Linyuan looked at the elderly man, who was over five hundred years old, with mixed feelings in his heart, feeling uncomfortable.
He was really afraid of what would happen if he returned to the human world in the future and the other person was no longer there...
Besides the countless lights to protect, every martial artist had their own candle flame in their heart.
And the one that belonged to him was undoubtedly Zhao Yingchun, who was both a teacher and a father.
The old man smiled gently and patted his shoulder:
"You've reached Breaking Eight, cheer up. What did you all discuss in the meeting after the war? Tell me about it."
"Alright."
Zhao Linyuan knew that this old man always kept thoughts of the human world in his heart, and what he couldn't let go of the most was the people of Great Chu.
He adjusted his emotions and recounted what had happened.
As Zhao Linyuan narrated, Zhao Yingchun nodded frequently.
