At the bottom of the mountain stream, an old sage sat cross-legged, levitating over the water.
Of course, that was a quarter of an hour ago. At this moment, the old sage was already sitting in the water.
Fortunately, the pool at the bottom of the mountain stream was shallow, reaching only up to the sage's chest at most.
Han Yu was also standing in the water, the old and the young staring at each other for a quarter of an hour without saying a word.
In the Sea of Consciousness, after letting out a word of warning, the Artifact Spirit clawed with both hands, as if pulling a curtain, instantly dragging the mist emitted by Ping in front of itself.
It hid away; it had to hide.
You have to hand it to Han Yu's rotten luck; even asking someone for directions halfway can attract a strong presence.
Although it wasn't clear how strong the other party was, the aura it occasionally leaked was no less fierce than purple Tribulation Thunder.
