As he looked at Ouyang before him, Leng Qingsong's eyes held none of their usual admiration and respect. In their place was languor.
He was like a five-hundred-jin golden shaded cat lounging lazily on a tree trunk after a meal.
Yet beneath that languor, there was still a keen, piercing edge.
He looked lazy, yet dangerous enough to take a life in the very next instant.
"I imagined so many ways we might meet again. I never thought it would be like this, Ouyezi!" Looking at Ouyang before him, Leng Qingsong let all the sharpness fade from his eyes. He slowly sat up, bracing both hands against the ground as he spoke.
"Yes. For me, it's only been a few years. For you, tens of millions of years have already passed!" Ouyang said, smiling at Li Taibai before him.
At this moment, Leng Qingsong was under the influence of Li Taibai's remaining power. A sliver of Li Taibai's divine consciousness still lingered within it.
To see the old friend he had not met in so many years, Li Taibai forcibly took possession of Leng Qingsong's body, meeting this old friend of his once more across time and space.
Li Taibai glanced at the sky and said mildly, "I'm catching up with an old friend. There's no need to listen in!"
The tranquil sky remained tranquil, as though Li Taibai were merely talking to himself.
Yet those words to himself carried an unquestionable authority, as though he were commanding Heaven and Earth.
But after saying that, Li Taibai tugged open his somewhat constricting collar without the slightest grace and looked at Ouyang with lazy nonchalance.
Ouyang seemed to have anticipated that it would be him when Leng Qingsong woke, so he was not surprised at all.
For some reason, that left