Ten Years in the Mortal World, Wholeheartedly Pursuing the Dao

Han Jue stared at the old Daoist and smiled faintly. "Who are you? Tell me, what do you want?"

The old Daoist smiled and said, "It would naturally be better if you are willing to treat me to a meal. I travel the world and care about the myriad beings. I have answered the questions of many people, including the Human King."

The Human Race was extremely adaptive. Less than thirty thousand years after the calamity ended, the Human Race had inherited the prosperous rules of the previous Human Race. They had even established the Human King.

Seeing the prosperity of this city, Han Jue thought that he had transmigrated. This was not the ancient era when the Heavenly Dao restarted.

Han Jue smiled and asked, "Then, can you see through my thoughts?"

The old Daoist shook his head. "How can we easily see through the heart of a person? Even immortals and gods are afraid of the human heart."