"World-Crosser."
"Ji Yan."
"Want some tea?"
"I do."
Chen Xun nodded and walked straight away from the gravestone.
They went into a wooden cabin. Everything inside carried the scent of age, yet it was not hard to see that someone had once lived here.
The two sat facing one another, with not the slightest sense of unfamiliarity between them. They spoke directly of the years gone by, and from time to time, soft sounds of mutual mockery drifted out.
Only, their laughter was very quiet and faint.
"Ji Yan, don't tamper with the Chaos Immortal Spirit Ranking. Just use it for protection." Chen Xun's brows drew together as he spoke. "I want to take a look at it."
"Alright." Ji Yan did not hesitate and placed the Chaos Immortal Spirit Ranking upon the wooden table.
Chen Xun's breath caught. The hand he had unconsciously raised slowly lowered again, memories stirring in his eyes. "Hehe, the ancient script within is the same as back then. It bears Patriarch Haoyin's handwriting."
Ji Yan's gaze flickered slightly, but he said nothing and asked nothing.
Chen Xun had already told him that he had gone to the Chaos Ancient Road. Ji Yan now understood where Chen Xun's frightening strength had truly come from...
Yet Ji Yan said nothing more regarding his suspicions about Futian. After all, there was absolutely no way to verify them.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Chen Xun's gaze gradually moved away, and his voice took on the deep weight carved by the years. "Ji Yan, put it away. I hope it remains completely intact. Do not touch this thing."
After saying that, he smiled, feeling that this was somehow a matter of fate.
However, Ji Yan had seized this item at the risk of his