"Mu En."
Seeing Bei Bei radiating an aura of light from head to toe, Long Xiaoyao instantly recognized who he was.
"Wow, so this is the Dark Dragon Emperor!"
Suddenly, Bei Bei's mature, steady demeanor vanished completely, and his gaze at Long Xiaoyao filled with curiosity.
"Sorry, I was just thinking it. I don't know how it slipped out. You two old buddies go ahead and chat, sorry!"
Bei Bei gave an awkward explanation. The look in his eyes, as though he were studying some rare curiosity, changed again into one of nostalgia.
Bei Bei—or rather, Mu En—smiled softly. "Hehe, sorry to make you laugh, Xiaoyao."
Long Xiaoyao opened his mouth, countless words rising in his heart, ready to spill forth.
Yet when those once-familiar words reached his lips, none of them could be spoken.
In the end, they could only become the two words, "Mu En," as he called the name of his old friend.
Countless hardships and emotions were contained in that single call.
Elder Mu said nothing more and gestured for Long Xiaoyao to sit beside him.
At the right moment, Huo Yuhao took out a tea set from his Storage Soul Guidance Device and began pouring tea for the two old men.
Long Xiaoyao sat to one side in silence for a long while before slowly speaking. "It's clearly you who got to laugh at me. You took in a fine disciple."
Mu En did not deny it. Instead, he cast Huo Yuhao a proud glance.
His disciple had even managed to bring him, a dead man, back to life. Mu En felt that if a disciple like this was not worth being proud of, then no one was.
After brewing tea for them, Huo Yuhao lightly snapped his fingers and took out Ye Xishui's sealed