The two people conversed as if speaking in riddles.
The old man didn't hide anything and said directly, "Because I was born here, I have an attachment to these heavens and earth."
"You know, when people get old, they have a sense of belonging to their homeland."
"A drop of rain falls, a drop of rain comes to life," Xu Zimei's gaze swept over the old man and the boy.
Finally, he didn't say anything further.
To him, some things were just interesting stops on his journey.
This time, coming to the Divine Continent, he was like a traveler, merely an observer of the passing scenery.
He looked at the raindrops in the firmament.
He remained silent, and neither the old man nor the child spoke.
The other disciples of the Righteous Sun Sect also sensed something was off, and they too chose not to speak.
For a moment, the entire pavilion was silent.
