There are still thousands of years under the abyss of Yunqi Temple, and he will not be in a hurry to go back for the time being.

"senior……"

Looking up again, the old monk had long since disappeared.

…

In the city of Xichun, the sun is already setting.

Duanmu Ruolan returned to the small courtyard where she lived, and was making a pot of spiritual tea, staring at the sunset outside the hall in a daze.

Her heart was not only worried about Yun Zhongchen outside Nanyun City, but also worried about her daughter Yelu Mingzhu who was inside the city.

I struggled so much that I never had a good night's sleep these days.

While she was thinking about it, a breeze suddenly blew up in the living room. When she raised her head, there was an old monk with a kind smile sitting in front of her.

"Senior, who are you?"

Even though her cultivation has reached the level of Duanmu Ruolan, she will not panic easily. Instead, she looks at the old monk and quietly asks: "Have we met somewhere?"

The old monk shook his head, looked at her and said with a smile: "I have seen you on Feixian Island, but you have not seen me."

Duanmu Ruolan nodded thoughtfully and reached out to pour the old monk a cup of freshly brewed spiritual tea.
Chapter completed!