The two spoke as though they were trading riddles.
The old man did not hide anything and said directly, "Because I was born here, I feel attached to this land and sky."
"You know, when people grow old, they all long for their homeland."
"One drop of rain falls, one drop of rain is born." Xu Zimo's gaze swept over the old man and the boy.
In the end, he said nothing more.
To him, some matters merely happened to catch his interest along the way.
This time, when he came to the Divine Continent, he was like a traveler. The scenery along the road was no more than something for a sightseer to admire.
He watched the raindrops falling from the sky.
He said nothing, and neither did the old man or the child.
The other disciples of the Zhengyang Sect sensed that something was off, so they simply stopped speaking as well.
For a time, the entire pavilion was deathly quiet.
Between heaven and earth, only the torrential rain poured down. Large pearls and small pearls fell upon a jade plate, joining together as the rain melted into a single line.
This continued for some time.
The old man suddenly let out a long sigh.
"The time has come!"
"Grandfather, I'll help you." The child beside him hurriedly stood and supported the old man's right hand.
The old man rose as well and smiled. "You need not feel sad. At least I have a successor, rather than leaving this world in such loneliness."
Unable to hold themselves back, the Zhengyang Sect disciples beside them finally spoke.
Especially the young woman.
She said, "Old sir, are you suffering from some illness? You can come to our Zhengyang Sect, and we can try to treat you."
"Our elders possess immortal