Zhou Xun couldn't help but think of that old friend,
since meeting once at Wangchuan Lake more than twenty years ago, Song Zhishu had returned to his hometown at Qingyue Square. Although there were exchanges of letters afterward,
they ultimately never met again.
After arriving in Tianhan City, the journey became even longer, and Zhou Xun hadn't received any news from him for a long time.
Now, Song Zhishu's sudden letter gave him a bad premonition.
"Brother Zhou, this might be the last time I call you this way," the familiar yet aged voice of Song Zhishu sounded,
"I have survived till now, already over a hundred and thirty years old, which is a rare longevity for a Qi Refining Cultivator!"
"The greatest fortune of my life was meeting you, who could have known the young man renting a house would become today's Eastern Wilderness's Number One Cultivator!"
"And I, Song Zhishu, was fortunate enough to become a brother to a Core Formation Cultivator!"
