"I've really got to hand it to you two. You managed to make talking to yourselves this awkward." Shen Ming finally couldn't hold it in anymore.
"Talking to ourselves?" Jiang Siming tilted his head and looked at Shen Ming in confusion.
"How should I put it? This guy could be considered the future you, or he could also not be you. In short, it's very troublesome to explain. After all, with your current power, you still can't understand it." Shen Ming brushed it off with a few casual words. Just as he said, without reaching that height, it was very hard to understand the scenery from up there.
"The future me?" Jiang Siming did not feel too surprised when he heard that answer.
The Ancient King was his past self, so there would inevitably be a future self. It seemed that no matter whether it was his past or future self, the height he had reached was immeasurable.
"Did you succeed?" Jiang Siming took a sip of the coffee in his cup, which had already cooled a little, and asked as if casually.
Jiang Siming was actually very clear about the answer, but he still could not help asking.
"I succeeded, but I also failed!" the Taoist Elder said calmly.
"That answer of yours really leaves me conflicted," Jiang Siming said, seemingly without intention.
"There's nothing to be conflicted about. Just walk your own path properly!"
"A path that was arranged clearly from the very beginning. Is that interesting? Even now, I still don't understand what exactly you all want to do." Jiang Siming spread his hands somewhat helplessly.
Jiang Siming felt that everything he was experiencing now was completely unnecessary. He had already reached the peak of the Douluo Continent. The only place that could still allow him to