Amidst the green waters and mountains, Master Legs took on a physical form, lying on the lush green grass, casually weaving a ring of grass and placing it on his head, legs crossed, humming a tune leisurely.
Only by coming here could he take on a physical form.
Once he leaves, he can only stay sullenly inside the Sword Tomb, running around on two legs all day.
It's just a pity that there is no fine wine or delicious food, no beautiful companions at this time.
As for Ye Chen?
Anyway, he can't die.
Besides, worrying is useless, I can't beat him anyway.
"Master Legs!"
It was at this moment that a loud shout echoed.
Master Legs immediately stood up, the leisure on his face turning to worry and tension in an instant, then he turned around, looking at the approaching Ye Chen.
Hmm?
Why are there so many people behind Ye Chen?
"Master Legs, it's so great that you're okay!" Ye Chen rushed to Master Legs and said with a smile.
