A Narrow Escape from Death
After the old man finished speaking, Xiao Lian's already heavy heart sank even further.
He had never been an optimist. Whenever something happened, he always made the worst-case preparations. That way, when he truly had to face it, it wouldn't be so difficult to accept.
But right now, he suddenly hoped that miracles really did exist in this world.
That place was one even he might not be able to break out of once he entered. He hoped Bi Fan could manage it, though the thought was more than a little fanciful.
The old man glanced sideways at him, watching the shifting light and shadow in his eyes. A faint smile flickered across his face.
Of all his disciples, he valued this closed-door disciple the most. Not only for his extraordinary talent, but also for his temperament and disposition, which suited him greatly.
If the war started by the Immortal Spirit Race had never happened, perhaps master and disciple would already have set off together to explore the deepest reaches of the Chaos Starfield.
He cared about everything concerning Xiao Lian. Beyond his cultivation, he also hoped Xiao Lian could make a few close friends. After all, it felt rather strange for him to spend all his time with an old man like himself.
Sadly, he had never seen that wish fulfilled, not even at the moment his life ended. Yet he had never imagined that millions of years later, his consciousness would witness it.
He had finally made a friend. The old man was relieved, but couldn't help asking, "Come, tell me. With your discerning eye, how did you ever decide to sign a soul contract with someone at the early stage of the Chaos Elder realm?"
Xiao Lian furrowed his brow slightly and