The Descent of the Martial God

The few of them walked to the top floor together and came to the old man's door.

There was no one here to watch over him, so he said fearfully,""There is indeed an old man here, but..."

Mo Xiu pushed open the door and entered. The old man had his eyes closed as he sat on a chair.

When he got closer, the old man had already left.

He hadn't walked for long, and it was obvious that it hadn't been more than a day. His face still had the same expression as when he left.

Helpless, unwilling and remorseful to become a winner

Mo Xiu sighed and bowed."I'm sorry!"

Xiao Hong and Big Fear didn't know what Mo Xiu meant, but they also bowed.

Mo Xiu looked at this old man whose name he didn't know. Judging from his age, he should have participated in the great war, right?

Yes, those who survived from that era were all heroes.

He would probably hate himself for not stopping Ouyang Zhigu, right? Would he hate himself for not leading the Ouyang Clan to battle again?