How Can I Forget?

Danbao and Wu Li also flew over. Seeing the solemn expression on Jian Wushuang's face, they hesitated to speak.

"Are you really not coming with me?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"No, the Great Si Region is long gone, and there's nothing worth reminiscing about in the Qishen Temple. It's just that I feel a bit sorry for that Zhen Ling," Zhen Wuyang shook his head with a bitter smile.

Jian Wushuang took a deep breath. He didn't blame Zhen Wuyang.

If it were him, he might have also lost himself in the endless years.

But he didn't understand what was so good about staying here.

Even if there was nothing worth remembering about the Qishen Temple, it was better to leave and continue cultivation in the Ancient Moon Spacetime.

Why waste time between dynasties?

"The Zhen Wu Dynasty!" Jian Wushuang turned to Zhen Wuyang and said, "Anyway, I was the one who brought you here in the first place. Whatever you need, just ask!"