Su Mo looked at the old man before him, his eyes gradually reddening. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Du Pingsheng knew who he was, and he also knew how difficult it was for the Confucian Dao to reach Spirit Transformation.
Yet, just as when Su Mo had left the mountain, he still intended to help Su Mo achieve a realm breakthrough.
The wanderer had returned, no longer the one who had departed. Everything seemed to have changed, yet nothing seemed to have changed at all.
What had changed was the identity of the one who returned; what remained unchanged was the old man's gaze upon the wanderer.
Su Mo looked at Du Pingsheng's long hair, which had only been graying when he left. At some unknown point, it had turned entirely snow-white.
Only a month had passed, yet it seemed like years...
"Elder Du..."
As though he understood the look in Su Mo's eyes, Du Pingsheng smiled indifferently.
"When people grow old, their hair is bound to turn white."
Su Mo thought of his own white head of hair, and his whole body suddenly trembled. As he looked at Du Pingsheng, a river of surging waves rose in his eyes.
Like winter sunshine, like summer rain.
He did not know that after he disappeared, Du Pingsheng had risked the Thunder Sect's towering hatred and retaliation to search for him for more than half a month... combing the lands of the three sects, digging three feet into the earth.
And Du Pingsheng never mentioned a word of it. It seemed that the moment he saw Su Mo return, it had ceased to matter.
"Where will you undergo Spirit Transformation?" Du Pingsheng looked at the dazed Su Mo and stroked his beard with a smile.
At this question,