Whoosh!
A long white mark flew across the sky. Jian Wushuang's figure gradually turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the horizon.
The sea that had calmed down washed the beach in waves, bringing up countless things like shells, gravel, and starfish, reflecting the blue sky.
Fengtian Patriarch held the Chaos Wuxu Cauldron and stood with his hands behind his back. He looked at the sky calmly and did not come back to his senses for a long time.
Behind him, the Little Daoist had her head lowered, not saying anything.
"Chu Zhi, do you think I've made a mistake all these years?" Fengtian Patriarch suddenly said. There was no emotion in his voice, but it gave off a vague feeling of confusion.
The Little Daoist girl was stunned.
She knew that her Master had always been a very kind person. If it was an ordinary person who had their opportunity to advance snatched away by others, they would have long been irreconcilable with that person.
