Chu Huai Xu gazed at the Dao Ancestor in the distance and "met his eyes."
Since he could not see—or rather, remember—his facial features clearly, he could only roughly locate where the Dao Ancestor's eyes were and thereby achieve eye contact.
Every time the other party took the initiative to speak to him, it felt like a heavy hammer pounding against his heart.
At this moment, it was the same.
As for the Dao Ancestor's question—Huai Xu, what do you think?
From Chu Huai Xu's perspective, he had already become a sword person. What else could he say?
Even if he had to bite the bullet, he still had to reply, "How wonderful!"
Yet the Dao Ancestor's response was, "That will do."
Chu Huai Xu always felt that these four words revealed something amiss!
Every sentence the Dao Ancestor had spoken to him in this Secret Realm had been the kind of words that concealed an immeasurable amount of information beneath the surface.
He was just about to open his mouth and ask more questions when a gentle breeze blew around him.
Everything around them began to dissipate first.
In the darkness, only he and the Dao Ancestor remained.
Immediately afterward, the Daoist's figure also began to fade.
He grew fainter and fainter until he vanished completely.
Only the Black Bead that had originally floated above his palm remained suspended in midair, radiating a faint, ghostly glow.
Chu Huai Xu wore an exasperated expression. Looking at the Dao Ancestor's vanishing figure, he could not help muttering, "I knew it!"
But he had gained a great deal from this trip, so he properly performed a disciple's salute, effectively seeing the Dao Ancestor off.
Immediately afterward, he took a step forward and grabbed the Black Bead.
The next moment, Han Shuangjiang, who