Li Xianyu remembered the first time that he entered Demonic Priest's memories via the ring. He was lying under the tree and sleeping at that time as well. However, back then, Demonic Priest was a carefree, lively young priest.
This time, he had a thin face and a wrinkle pattern in the center of the eyebrows. The flexibility and liveliness in the eyes were non-existent when he opened his eyes. It indicated that this man was no longer a boy with a simple heart.
Demonic Priest left the mountain to enter the real world, and then to the fall of Changsha. It had only been less than a year, but it was as if many years had passed. A carefree young man had been transformed into a man of vicissitudes.
"Second Child, Little Sister asked you to come and find me?" Wang Chen sat up and looked at the half-grown child with a smile.
