"That's right…" The middle-aged man nodded slowly. His gaze was gentle as he looked at the old sword immortal calmly.
At this moment, the old sword immortal suddenly felt that the temperament of the person before him seemed to have changed again.
It was still He Sen's face, but it was no longer the feeling Jiang Yi had just now.
But to the old sword immortal, it was still somewhat familiar.
"Brother Jichong, when I think about the snow on the Plum Ridge, it seems like it was only yesterday, but it has already been more than a thousand years." "Even Mei Ling has disappeared from the mortal world." The middle-aged man sighed.
The old sword immortal Yun Jichong took a deep breath and looked at the other party without saying a word.
The scene in front of him seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago, when he was admiring the snow and discussing the Dao with his old friends.
