"Du Shi."
"Ji Yan."
"Want some tea?"
"Drink."
Chen Xun nodded and walked straight away from the gravestone.
They entered a wooden cabin. Everything inside carried the air of age, yet it was not hard to tell that someone had once lived here.
The two sat facing each other, with no trace of unfamiliarity in their expressions. They began talking directly about all that had happened over the years, and from time to time, soft sounds of mutual teasing drifted out.
Yet their laughter was faint and quiet.
"Ji Yan, don't tamper with the Chaos Immortal Spirit Board. Just use it to protect yourself." Chen Xun's brows drew together as he spoke. "I want to take a look at it."
"Alright." Ji Yan did not hesitate and placed the Chaos Immortal Spirit Board on the wooden table.
Chen Xun's breath caught. The hand he had casually raised slowly lowered again as memories rippled through his eyes. "Hehe, the ancient writing inside is still the same as that year. It is Patriarch Hao Yin's handwriting."
A faint glimmer flashed through Ji Yan's eyes, but he neither said nor asked anything more.
Chen Xun had already told him that he had gone to the Chaos Ancient Road. Ji Yan now understood where Chen Xun's terrifying strength had truly come from...
Yet Ji Yan said nothing more about his speculation regarding Fu Tian. After all, there was simply no way to verify it.
After an incense stick's time.
Chen Xun's gaze gradually moved away, his voice carrying the deep weight of years. "Ji Yan, put it away. I hope it remains completely intact. Do not touch this item."
After saying that, he smiled, actually feeling that this was a kind of fate.
However, Ji Yan had seized this item at the cost of