Wang Jixuan's movements froze there.
He slightly turned his head, looking towards the direction of the voice transmission, and his eyes met only blurred shadows and a dull atmosphere filled with gloom.
The Master Uncle was in the great hall.
"Jixuan, is it really you?"
"The Master Uncle just now didn't recognize you...didn't recognize you...you haven't changed, yet you have."
Wang Jixuan felt a twinge of emotion in his nose, but with his Dao Heart no longer what it was back then, he just showed a slight smile.
He nodded lightly, and without saying much, leapt to the top of the wall, set up a cushion, and calmly meditated in that place.
"Zhengyi?" Wang Jixuan called softly.
Murong Zhengyi quickly stood up to respond, "Master Uncle, at your command."
"Nothing."
Wang Jixuan replied simply and then didn't speak again.
Murong Zhengyi was puzzled, but still laughed heartily, bowed, and turned back to continue caring for his female guard.
