"Hmm, it seems I've really been dead for a long time," the old man sighed, as if he knew what was on Xue Dili's mind. "Actually, I must have been drifting aimlessly in the cosmos for a long time. I can't quite remember anymore, and I've almost forgotten many things from the past. Forgive an old man's forgetfulness and declining memory. It seems I only remember that I need to return to the Interstellar Corps and have one last thing to do."
"What exactly is that thing? Sorry, this old man has somewhat forgotten, but returning to the Interstellar Corps is definitely the right move," the old man smiled kindly, the wrinkles on his face deepening until they distorted his scar.
The old man seemed to have forgotten many things; now all he remembers is returning to the Interstellar Corps.
"Okay, old man, just wait a few days for me. I'll head back to the Interstellar Corps after I finish forging a sword," Xue Dili patiently replied to this elder from the First Era.
