That year... I was at the end of my tether, hiding from my pursuers, and dared not lightly use any techniques, moving from place to place like a mouse.
Others may have forgotten the terror of the Holy Clan within Yundu, but I haven't. Those so-called top Grand Sorcerers, within Yundu, are no better than livestock.
Such a stifling life passed in the blink of an eye—a hundred years—until he became numb and forgot the passing of time.
So, on his last days, he chose to make a final struggle.
Chen Qing listened to the other party recounting the past and found it interesting. How could such a being have caught the eye of the Buddha? What criteria did the Buddha use when choosing people back then?
Watching the other party heading towards The Harem, Chen Qing casually glanced back.
At this moment, the woman had finished packing up her things, and looking at Chen Qing turning his head back, she hesitated and said, "Sir, would you like me to warm up the food?"
