Upon hearing the word "rescue," Ji Yuan didn't know what came to his mind, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"I merely have a slight understanding of arrays, how could it be called a rescue? Brother Zhao flatters me."
As Ji Yuan spoke, he stroked the beard on his chin, looking every bit like an old Daoist.
"Regardless, my life was saved by you, Daoist friend. May I know your esteemed surname?"
Zhao Yao shook his head, with a resolute demeanor.
"No need for formality, I am called Changgeng."
"Changgeng? That's a good name, from now on, I'll call you Elder Brother, and you call me Old Zhao."
Upon hearing this title, Ji Yuan couldn't help but have his lips twitch slightly.
But Zhao Yao seemed oblivious, turning to look at the position he'd sat in for who knows how many years, with a look of uncontainable fear.
"Such an illusion realm is too frightening. If Elder Brother hadn't come to rescue me, Old Zhao might have perished sitting here."
Hmm?
Perished?
