Zou Xingyun still sat in his original spot, the withered yellow stump transformed into a small stool, gently supporting Zou Xingyun's not particularly tall body.
That old fishing rod, too, was utterly unchanged from eight years ago.
He cast the rod the same way, hooked an insect the same way, and covered the horizon.
In an instant, it transformed into Mayfly Heaven.
The only difference was that this time, the cultivator did not have that dazed, bewildered look in his eyes. Instead, his gaze was calm, with not much surprise in it.
"Ye Jingcheng?" Zou Xingyun spoke, and spiritual light spread around them into a spiritual barrier, enclosing the surroundings completely.
He stared at Ye Jingcheng, and on his wrinkled face, there seemed to be a trace of gloom.
He could tell that Ye Jingcheng was currently a clone.
But deep down, he was not as disappointed as he appeared. On the contrary, he was somewhat delighted.
In this cultivation world, those who trusted others too easily would stumble sooner or later. Only those with meticulous thoughts could last long.
The Zou Family had endured in silence for so many years; they did not want to wait merely for a main family with good talent to take risks.
What they needed even more was a main family that possessed strategy, talent, and strength all at once, to return to the peak of the human race.
"Jingcheng greets Senior Zou." Ye Jingcheng nodded and did not mind the other party's gaze or opinion. As he spoke, he also took out a lotus platform from his waist. On the lotus platform, the figure of a cultivator was sleeping deeply.
It was precisely the Zou Family cultivator who had originally come to seek aid.
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