A calling voice arose from his chest.
Ye Xiaotian sniffled, hurriedly wiped away his tears, but still felt a tingling sensation at the tip of his nose.
He was persuaded by Xu Xiaoshou, but could not find his original intention of cultivation again:
"What happened to 'Four sons, four sons, walk together for a lifetime'?"
...
Nanming Kun leapt, transformed into a Peng, soared through the Nine Heavens.
Near the sea, a black and red, domineering star-patterned Heavenly Mechanism Puppet halted, its abdominal compartment opened, and a girl jumped out.
She wore white, her eyes covered with a black band, she bent over barefoot, stepping on the icy cold seawater, picking up shells on the beach.
From inside the machine cabin, Xu Xiaoshou's muffled voice could be heard:
"Meaning..."
"There is no meaning..."
Yu Zhiwen looked up, her lips slightly curled; she understood what Xu Xiaoshou meant, it wasn't meaningless.
