From the moment the Heavenly Dao of the Ruins of End was lost until now, Old Snake had endured far too much. Although he still looked like the same carefree old rascal when he saw Yi Yun, Yi Yun could tell at a glance that Old Snake's condition had worsened.
When the grand formation had first been arranged, much of the God King origin Dao within Old Snake had been consumed. Coupled with the toil of the past hundred years, Old Snake had grown even older.
His back had become more and more hunched. Although his face was covered in an irreverent smile, the wrinkles around that smile had deepened as well.
"Teacher, you've worked hard all these years."
Yi Yun sighed from the bottom of his heart. In this despairing Ruins of End, a group of seniors had borne the burden and pressed forward, holding up a patch of sky for the younger generation.
Although the spines of those seniors had been bent by the years and could barely bear the weight, leaving the sky they held up pitifully small, it was already enough.
They had done everything they could.
"Brat, what did you just call me?" At that moment, Old Snake stared at Yi Yun with a pair of tiny, mung-bean-like eyes, his face filled with astonishment. In his impression, Yi Yun was a crafty little swindler who never got up early without profit. The fact that he did not call Old Snake "Old Rascal" was already a mercy. What was this "teacher" nonsense?
"Ahem, brat, could you act normally? You suddenly pulling this sort of stunt is making this old man a little uncomfortable."
Seeing Old Snake like this, Yi Yun laughed. Even in this despairing world, Old Snake had still held fast to his original nature.