Hearing Xu Qianzhui's words, Ruan Su Xian raised a brow. "How do you want to play this?"
Looking at Long Aotian and the others in the Profound Light Mirror, Xu Qianzhui said calmly, "Ever since the Dark Turmoil ended, we've all remained above the clouds."
"Come to think of it, it's been nearly a hundred thousand years since we truly stepped into the Cultivation World to temper ourselves."
"Those little ones have been tight-lipped with us elders. Tell me, if they met a group of like-minded people, would they reveal the secrets in their hearts?"
At those words, Ruan Su Xian raised his brows and smiled. "You want to approach them under different identities?"
"Yes!"
"There will always be some distance between juniors and elders. Some things, they'll only tell their peers, never their elders."
"Weren't we the same back then?"
Upon hearing this answer, memories of the past also flashed through Ruan Su Xian's mind.
In that chaotic era, the younger generation had bottled up far too many emotions within their hearts.
And the only person who could understand those emotions was that gentle and refined man.
Thinking of this, Ruan Su Xian nodded slightly. "It's a good idea. In recent years, I've also felt that something is off with Zhang Ling's mood."
"Taking this opportunity, perhaps I can understand him more deeply."
"And there seems to be a problem with his cultivation."
The moment those words came out, Chen Mengjie and Xu Qianzhui both grew tense. Naturally, Xu Qianzhui was the most concerned.
Zhang Ling was a student of the Ten Thousand Races Academy, as well as the last disciple of an old friend.
It might still be explainable if someone had targeted him at the Ten Thousand Races Academy. But if even his cultivation had gone wrong,