"Humanity!" Yin Jiuling said solemnly to Lin Bai.
"This thing is probably rare even in me." Lin Bai lifted the wine jug and gave a self-mocking laugh.
Yin Jiuling said, "No. I saw it, but I seem unable to learn it. I'm utterly indifferent to everything under heaven. Even if the Barren Ancient Continent were destroyed one day, I would only stand upon its ruins, smile, then seek out a new place and continue living on in numbness!"
"I lost many things in the cycle of reincarnation, but I recovered them bit by bit!"
"And you, Lin Bai, will become a witness to my journey!"
"I have a premonition. When I recover everything I lost, I will stand at the Summit of the Azure Sky!"
A faint smile appeared on Yin Jiuling's pale face, as though he had already glimpsed that day.
"Then let me congratulate you in advance!" Lin Bai said with a light laugh.
Yin Jiuling's expression turned solemn. "The Black Prison is not a good place, but compared to hell, it is practically a sacred land to me. I'll go with you!"
"Thank you." Lin Bai spoke gratefully.
After chatting beside Yin Jiuling for a long while, Lin Bai finally turned and walked toward Fang Yiyun and the others.
Meng Li, Changsun Yun, Shu Xiang, and Wu Ming were Fang Yiyun's disciples, but judging by things now, Fang Yiyun's feelings for them far surpassed those between master and disciple. He had probably already come to regard them as his own children.
"You must have encountered quite a few strange things on your journey." Lin Bai walked over to them and heard them talking about the oddities they had encountered while traveling through the Central Sacred Nation.
Fang Yiyun chuckled. "We certainly encountered many strange things!"
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