At the tombstone of Gongshu Pan in the Demon Sect Burial Mountain, Shen Yan knelt obliviously, rambling on and on.
His words were illogical, just saying whatever came to his mind.
The life of a Great Cultivator was indeed too long; Hence, the time they spent together was excruciatingly long as well.
This lengthy period resulted in a heavy accumulation of memories.
The red dress on Shen Yan, no matter how you looked at it, appeared somewhat comical.
He was already a bald man, short, yet sturdy. The Peak Masters perhaps found humor in this, hence they proposed such absurd and playful requests.
Can you imagine a scene where a man with the countenance of a gangster leader, wearing women's clothes?
The true 'cross-dressing tough-guy.'
Lu Xun gently patted Mao Nanbei's head and said, "Fourth junior sister, let's leave first. Let the Sect Master have some time alone."
"Alright." Mao Nanbei nodded.
