"Wish everyone...good luck, and hope that we can all gather again in the future!"
Holy Emperor Jiang said.
Not many words, not much encouragement; every single one of them stood at the pinnacle of the Ancient Holy Country. When the sky fell, they were the first to feel the brunt, required to contribute their own strength.
"Old Pharmacist, you better not die, I still want to drink the tea you grow! If there's a chance in the future, let's go out and take a look together!"
Fighting Saint Zhan Wushuang patted Hua Shan's shoulder and said with a smile.
The relationships among the Nine Great Ancient Sages were all fairly good, and Zhan Wushuang had been close friends with Hua Shan for many years.
"Don't worry, I might not be good at anything else, but one thing I am is long-lived. It's you lot who shouldn't let me send off the young by burying the old,"
Hua Shan replied with a smile, stroking his beard.
