Han Yu felt a headache as soon as he saw the small village, which meant another death was added to his record.
Counting it all, under this Heavenly Dao, probably no one has died more than him, right?
The old wise man was still sitting by the roadside, leisurely waiting for him.
Han Yu silently walked over, sat down quietly, and for a moment, he had nothing to say.
"Why aren't you speaking?"
The old wise man was surprised to see Han Yu like this for the first time, a strange expression on his face.
Han Yu took a deep sigh and said helplessly, "Just fought a brutal battle, I'm a bit tired, and suddenly want to take a rest."
After hearing this, the old wise man was silent for a moment, then couldn't help but wave his hand. The entire Soul Realm suddenly became silent, and in this tranquility, Han Yu slowly closed his eyes, his figure gradually tipping over.
But in the end, he didn't fall, as a gentle force slowly lifted him up.
