"Brother Sect Master! Brother Sect Master!"
In the main temple of Anshui City, the two statues crossed the bridge with their spiritual will and entered a blurry dream.
When Ao Yi saw Li Changshou, who was standing under the statue, he could not help but feel helpless.
There was a hint of anxiety, disappointment, and helplessness in his voice. It was mixed with a tinge of novelty, joy, and shame.
Li Changshou stood still with a smile and analyzed the situation carefully. He had roughly understood what had happened.
At that moment, Li Changshou and Uncle-Master Jiu Wu had already returned to the venue of the Three Sects' Meet. It was as if nothing had happened. He maintained the ordinary aura that an ordinary disciple of the Immortal Du Sect should have.
Li Changshou had expected that Ao Yi would use his spiritual will to communicate with him.
