After lamenting that time spared no one.
Qi Hanmo looked up at his elder brother and found that he still looked exactly as he had four hundred and thirteen years ago, when he had first reached Foundation Establishment. There was not the slightest change.
It was as though time had frozen over him.
For a moment, Qi Hanmo recalled their days in Windmist Immortal City, when he had first met his elder brother.
Back then, his elder brother had stood up for him and thoroughly taught the Music Gang cultivators who bullied him a lesson.
Despite its name, the Music Gang had really been nothing more than a small band of early- and mid-stage Qi Refining cultivators.
Looking back now, he found it rather amusing.
"What is it?" Li Ping asked, giving Qi Hanmo a puzzled look.
Qi Hanmo came back to himself and explained with a smile, "Elder Brother, I was thinking about our younger days, when we made our way together in Windmist Immortal City."
Li Ping nodded slightly without saying much.
As people grew older, they did tend to lose themselves in memories of their youth. Even a cultivator like Qi Hanmo was no exception.
Li Ping, however, had a far grander goal, and naturally would not let memories of the past shackle his feet.
Then Qi Hanmo brought up another matter.
The upheaval at Northern Mang Mountain and the disappearance of the Land of Deathly Silence had also affected the Western Wasteland.
The areas south of the Western Wasteland that had once been shrouded in deathly silence had all regained their vitality. Only after organizing expeditions did they discover that, less than ten million li south of the Western Wasteland, there lay a boundless sea.
Judging by the records in old texts, it was the Southern