"Was Master really alive... or dead?"
In the desolate village, on an open patch before the reed marsh, Luo Bei looked at Old Zhao Nan and asked seriously. Tong Bugu, Nalan Ruoxue, and the group from Cihang Zhai had all deliberately kept a great distance from them, leaving the two in a separate circle. Only Jin Hu, who had emerged from Zhaoyao Mountain and escorted Old Zhao Nan here, still seemed somewhat slow-witted. After studying Luo Bei for a long while, he had originally wanted to remain at Luo Bei and Old Zhao Nan's side. But Qu Daozi and the Corpse God were also standing rather close to Luo Bei. Perhaps Jin Hu did not wish to stand there dumbly like those two corpse-refined beings, or perhaps he disliked the aura they gave off. After lingering for a while, Jin Hu still walked away.
Luo Bei was now someone many cultivators in the world feared. Even Jin Hu, slow-witted as he was, regarded Luo Bei with a faintly reverent gaze. Yet the way he looked at Old Zhao Nan now was exactly like a child standing before an elder, before family.
Aside from his unchanged respect and his continued regard for Luo Bei as his Young Master, Old Zhao Nan's gaze also carried the gratified look of someone seeing Luo Bei all grown up.
At that moment, even Chi Luo and Bi Haizi, who had been dragged along as if kidnapped, watched Luo Bei and Old Zhao Nan standing together from afar and felt that they looked like an uncle and nephew standing side by side... The sight stirred an exceedingly strange feeling in both their hearts.
"I don't know." Old Zhao Nan shook his head seriously. "After Master went to Kunlun, he never appeared again... But I think perhaps