"Not bad. Where did you find such a promising seedling? He came back and plunged straight into the library."
Feng Xian wore his hair loose, holding some unknown fruit in his hand and taking a bite as he looked at the Star Tower's great doors, which had been shut tight for a month, and nodded in praise.
"This kid works harder than you did back then."
Yao Lao glanced at the old friend beside him and spoke without the slightest courtesy. Feng Xian only chuckled, his eyes full of joy as he looked at Yao Lao.
"You're not leaving this time, right?"
Feng Xian suddenly sidled sneakily up to Yao Lao's ear and asked in a low voice, his tone full of grievance and cautious hope.
"Ugh, you're already so old, yet you're still acting like a child. When I first met you back then, I never noticed you were this..."
Yao Lao's face filled with disdain as he flashed away to put some distance between them. This old fellow—ugh~
"Hey, old man! You hid from me for so many years, and in the end I didn't even get to see you one last time. Now you're already starting to despise me?!"
Feng Xian pointed at Yao Chen, who was constantly moving farther away, then shifted and chased after him while shouting.
"All right, all right."
Only after quite a while did Yao Lao finally deal with this childlike old friend, and then he sighed.
"I'm not leaving. This time, I really won't leave..."
"..."
Hearing the inexplicable long sigh in Yao Chen's tone, Feng Xian found himself unable to say anything.
Yao Chen had searched the continent on foot for more than half his life, taken in a wicked disciple, and gained an empty reputation. Even though he could