Er Zhu Withstood the Hammer to Forge an Old Knife; Elephant Dragon Watched the Present Age from First Rank

Relics of the Gods.

Elder Sang and Water Ghost rested sprawled over a boulder, conversing in low voices as they kept Cen Qiaofu company.

Sealing-Heaven Saint Emperor Feng Yujin, meanwhile, was like an embroideress. Having obtained Mo Mo's final soul fragment, he had finally stitched her soul body back together.

While he was "refining" her rebirth over there, Cao Erzhu had somehow already awakened. He squatted nearby, watching him refine a person with a grave expression and an ache in his heart.

"Reshaping a body like this looks painful..."

Er Zhu's mutter received no answer from Uncle Shen Yi. The latter seemed to have fallen asleep, unwilling to make another sound after the battle.

"Child, come here."

Elder Sang and Water Ghost seemed to have discussed something beside the boulder. From far away, they beckoned to Cao Erzhu.

"Yes, you!"

Cao Erzhu lowered the hand he had pointed at himself, hesitated for a moment, then got up and walked over.

At this point, everyone who could remain in the Relics of the Gods was Brother Xiaoshou's good friend. There should not be any outsiders, right? Even if that old man in the Straw Hat looked rather fierce, while the middle-aged man beside him was cold as a viper.

"Everyone here really lives with such personality..."

Cao Erzhu greatly envied that aura which, at a single glance, made people feel that someone was powerful. Like his father—it was what he wanted to become.

"Greetings, Seniors."

When he reached the boulder, the two old men sat up straight, and Cao Erzhu grew very nervous as well.

The one in the Straw Hat ought to be from the older generation. He looked several rounds older than Father, old enough to be his grandfather.

The one called Water Ghost was better—middle-aged, younger-looking than Father.