Baili Fengyao's smile deepened, as though he had seen through Chen Xun's thoughts.
He pressed his palms together and said, "If we have the time, we will come directly to the Desolate Heaven Domain and discuss the Dao together."
"Good, good, good." Chen Xun nodded repeatedly, and the slight furrow in his brow relaxed as he laughed. "Haha, worthy of being an abbot. You saw at a glance what I was thinking."
Black Bull had already risen silently. Rather than standing beside Chen Xun, it stood at Baili Fengyao's side.
It stared blankly at the abbot. The more it looked, the more he resembled Le Feng.
Black Bull sank into thought on its own, wondering whether there was such a thing as the immortal Dao of reincarnation, or perhaps some immortal Dao of time.
Its lifespan was still long... it could cultivate and investigate them.
As Chen Xun spoke with Baili Fengyao, more and more old acquaintances from the Domain gathered around them.
Many of their faces had grown far more weathered and somber, no longer carrying the former ease and confidence.
Baili Wentian's hearty laughter never ceased. He did not care much about Chen Xun's identity and spoke with him about the events of recent years.
When Chen Xun learned that the Ancestor Jiuhua and Marshal Grave Tiger had not passed away in meditation... but had slain Filthlife until their lifespans were exhausted, his eyes dimmed ever so slightly, turning into a soft sigh.
That inexplicable Filthlife had truly buried too many heroes of the Domain. If Filthlife did not exist and the Domain's gates had opened wide, he did not dare imagine how prosperous the Human Race would be.
Yet if such circumstances truly existed, the Human Race would likely have suffered endless calamities as well.
As they