"Junior Brother, we haven't met in more than two decades. Miss me yet?"
The old voice was sentimental.
In Qingyun Dao Sect…
After hearing the voice again, Daoist Tai Hua did not seem surprised at all. Instead, he sighed and followed the voice.
"I didn't expect that you've been ambushed in Qingzhou for such a long time. It's been more than twenty years. Senior Brother, are you still not over it?"
Daoist Tai Hua's voice was full of helplessness.
At this moment, a figure appeared on the rear cliff and the difference this time was that he was a middle-aged man, but his voice resembled that of an old man.
He stood in front of Daoist Tai Hua impassively.
"Can't get over it?"
The middle-aged man spoke with a straight face, but he looked at Daoist Tai Hua with an icy cold gaze in his eyes.
"Senior Brother, you're too persistent."
Daoist Tai Hua sighed and said.