Help of the Heavens, The Change of the Dao Ancestor

"Master, I like peace and quiet. They are too noisy."

The young Jiang Changsheng answered. His voice was very soft and he looked very perturbed.

Daoist Master Qingxu stared at him with a terrifyingly calm expression.

From this angle, Jiang Changsheng could clearly see Daoist Master Qingxu's expression.

"I can't see his eyes in my memories. Is this an illusion or have I returned to the past?"

Jiang Changsheng silently thought that it should not be the latter. If he were to return to the past, how could the young him and Daoist Master Qingxu not see him?

Could it be that his mind had wandered away?

"Changsheng, you've had your own thoughts since you were young. Even though I don't know what you're thinking, I'm very happy with your growth. It might be a good thing to maintain your current thoughts. There's no need to change it."

Daoist Master Qingxu said with a complicated expression.