Lin Fei and Liu Zongyuan were friends despite their age difference, and they got along exceptionally well.
Although they had not seen each other for nearly a thousand years, Lin Fei could still discern certain clues from Liu Zongyuan's words and mannerisms.
As they chatted, Liu Zongyuan seemed hesitant and distracted.
It was obvious that something else weighed on his mind, but he might have been too embarrassed to bring it up.
So Lin Fei simply took the initiative and asked.
"Brother Liu, between you and me, we should be able to speak honestly. There's no need to hide anything."
Liu Zongyuan smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.
"Hehe, I thought that given your current status and position, Brother Lin, I was no longer worthy of associating with you."
"Since you've asked, I'll be frank. After cultivating for nearly a thousand years, I've recently felt that my time is running out. So I want to return to Earth and let fallen leaves return to their roots."
Having spoken his true feelings, Liu Zongyuan visibly relaxed.
During his years on the Southern Heaven Continent, he had traveled far and wide, experienced countless adventures, and lived a carefree, fulfilling life.
Yet only when his lifespan was nearing its end did he begin to feel the loneliness of being a stranger in a foreign land.
This place was never truly his home.
After drifting about and cultivating away from home for so many years, as death approached, he only wanted to return and take one last look.
This was also the only obsession he could not let go of.
That was why, upon hearing that Lin Fei had returned to the Flying Immortal Sect, he had feared missing his chance to see him.
Liu Zongyuan had therefore recklessly shouted and called out, hoping