"Then it seems the memories Master lost back then must have been about that Su Ruizhi!"
"Perhaps. Too much time has passed. This old man only has the faintest impression of that name now."
Hearing Qing Mo's words, the Master of Myriad Daos raised a hand and lightly stroked his beard, his face utterly calm.
"Since that's the case, Master, would you like to meet her? Or I can bring her here instead?"
"Maybe once you see her, you'll suddenly remember, and I'll have to start calling her Master's wife!"
Meeting Qing Mo's expression of someone eager to watch the world burn, the Master of Myriad Daos before him froze for a moment. Then, this existence who had lived through who knew how many eras let out a helpless laugh.
At their level of cultivation and state of mind, a Dao companion was not something they particularly needed.
But since this old man had made a promise to her back then, it would hardly do to go back on his word.
After all, she had come all the way to find his disciple.
"Very well. You went to the trouble of returning for this old man's affairs, so meeting her is no issue."
"But you know I cannot leave this place. I'll simply send an avatar with you."
"If I truly wronged her back then and made her wait in suffering for so many years, I will naturally make it up to her."
The Master of Myriad Daos, who likewise did not care whether he had a Dao companion, immediately released an avatar.
Ever since he had passed all his cultivation to Qing Mo back then, the old man had been cultivating anew over the years, restoring his original strength.
To him, it was no more than walking the same