Hearing those words, Zhuge Yun fell silent.
He had lived for so many years; he had experienced what he should have experienced, and what he should not have experienced.
And he had guessed it too.
Perhaps this... was their last meeting.
"Child, although I've never gone out, and although I've achieved nothing great in my life, I've always heard legends about you during all these years."
"They said you were formidable, that you stood on equal footing with those great figures among the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortals."
"For a time, the legends of you filled the surrounding star systems."
"But later... there was nothing more."
At this point, Zhuge Yun's eyes grew slightly moist.
Whenever he heard legends about Ye Lin back then, he had been thrilled, exhilarated.
Every time he heard them, he would drink himself senseless for three days and three nights.
He was just a nobody, yet he had taught such a formidable disciple. He had been happy—truly happy.
But when there was no longer any news of Ye Lin afterward, he had become worried, afraid.
Worried that Ye Lin might have met with some misfortune.
Afraid that Ye Lin might be dead.
After all, in the starry sky, the dead had long since ceased to be unusual. People died every moment.
And now that he had seen Ye Lin again, he already knew in his heart.
"Yes."
Ye Lin sighed as well.
Back then, he had truly been full of youthful spirit.
With his strength alone, he had stirred up the winds and clouds across the entire remote region.
"This time... is this our last meeting?"
Zhuge Yun drank the Immortal Peach Wine Ye Lin had brought, asking casually.
"Yes, it's our last meeting."
Ye Lin smiled softly.
After this meeting, his future self would completely