On Xiuxiang Mountain.
Whitebrow slowly set down his teacup, his eyes filled with longing. "And just like that, Master and I created a history that was shocking, unprecedented, and unbelievably cool!"
Ming Wan, sitting beside him, listened with his blood boiling and tears glimmering in his eyes.
He said, "Master, I envy you so much. You had such a glorious past! If I could have an experience like that, I'd die happy!"
Whitebrow shook his head smugly. "No chance in this lifetime. Master valued my innate talent, and you don't have that."
Ming Wan let out a heavy sigh. "Master, you told the whole story, but you still won't tell me Master's name. And right now, I really want to know where Grandmaster is."
Whitebrow tilted his head back, his beard drifting slightly. "Master told me not to rush into revealing his identity unless he admits it himself. Besides, Master's powers are immense—he plays with time as he pleases. You're asking me where he is? I can't see through that! Maybe he's standing right outside the temple gate right now!"
"No food for the entire temple tonight!"
The cook's melodious voice rang through the temple, his words carrying a deep bitterness—the surrender of a man crushed by this world.
Whitebrow froze!
Then he saw Liu Di slowly strolling over!
The reason Liu Di had rushed to Xiuxiang Mountain first was to see whether the world had changed because of his recklessness.
He saw the elderly Whitebrow and Ming Wan seated before an open-air tea table.
Liu Di smiled faintly.
So long as no great disaster struck, history could still correct itself!
Ming Wan raised his head and frowned. "Kid, why are you here again? Are you annoying on purpose? Can't you see Master and I are having tea?"
Bang!
Whitebrow