Li Hao clapped Wang Ming’s shoulder with a soft laugh. “Why have you changed what you call me, random junior brother of mine?”0

Wang Ming looked back awkwardly. When he was young and ignorant, he loved to go around saying that he was Li Hao’s junior brother. In reality, Yuan Shuo had simply mentioned it in passing and never truly treated them as disciples.0

But neither Li Hao nor Yuan Shuo cared when he made the claim. After five hundred years, it was sometimes quite a nostalgic walk down memory lane when Wang Ming thought of the past. Li Hao clapping his shoulder brought the man back to the days of his youth.0

He suddenly wanted to cry and ducked his head. He might be five hundred years old, but still possessed some of his youthful frivolity0

 “Perhaps… I should’ve left with you guys five hundred years ago. Even though I was very weak then and might’ve died outside, at the very least, I know we would’ve resided in the same space and time…”0

Although they’d known that Li Hao and the rest were outside all this time, it was like they’d...0