The jade steps in front of Xian Qiong Temple.
Han Xiu's avatar stood here, his white hair falling behind him and flying in the wind with a green robe.
"Master, you have been here for a long time."
Behind Han Xiu's body, Yue Ying's face was with respect.
"Yinger, the way of the teacher, is it wrong?"
Looking up at the direction of Xuan Dao Tai, since Yun Ling came to Kunlun, Han Xiu has asked himself many times these days, his choice of the year... is it wrong?
The way he insisted on... is it wrong?
Yue Ying slightly paused, she did not expect that a master would suddenly ask her such a question, completely does not know how to answer.
"Yinger doesn't know."
Slightly bowed her head, Yue Ying can only answer this truth.
"perhaps…"
Han Xiu took his eyes back from Xuan Dao Tai and turned to the direction of Tianqiong Peak : "Maybe, it's really wrong."
