Fifty Years

"Your way of communicating with Senior is truly peculiar." Clone No. 1 said with a smile.

"You're both over fifteen thousand years old, yet every time he sends something to his son, he still has to make him angry first."

"Is that any way for a father to act?" the Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall said helplessly.

"I feel that Senior acts this way because he wants to see you sooner." Clone No. 1 said.

"Of course I know that, but that doesn't stop me from being angry." the Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall said.

"As long as you understand, Older Brother." Clone No. 1 laughed.

"Come, come, Brother. Although I grasped that Immortal Script Array just now, there are still some parts that are rather hazy. Explain them to me." the Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall said.

"Which part does Older Brother not understand?" Clone No. 1 asked.

As one taught and the other learned, another three months passed.

It was not until Pang Fu's Star Vessel arrived that the Hall Master of Artifact Refining Hall reluctantly bid Clone No. 1 farewell, agreeing to meet again next time.

Aboard the Wind Thunder, Clone No. 1 could not help smiling as he watched Supreme Immortal City grow ever more distant.

He felt that this trip had been a bit of a loss. He had thought he could catch up with Older Brother and rest for a while, but who would have thought he would end up teaching for so long?

"Elder No. 1, I thought I might not be able to wait for you." Pang Fu said with a smile beside Clone No. 1.

"Since we agreed on it, how could I casually break the appointment?" Clone No. 1 said.

"Nothing major has happened recently."

"Everything else