The butterfly formed by the mist flew around the heads of Xu Qi 'an and the Nine-Tailed Fox. After a few rounds, it turned into an old man with long hair and a long beard.
Supervisor!
Xu Qi 'an was both surprised and not surprised. He quickly stood up and cupped his hands.
"I haven't seen you for half a year, how are you?
"I was worried about how to save you or to talk to you around desolate."
His attitude was very humble. Although the supervisor was only a mere divinator, it was Xu yinluo's nature to respect the old and cherish the young, just like Bai kui.
It was early winter when the supervisor was capsized. It was late spring of the following year and close to early summer, almost half a year.
The supervisor stood with his hands behind his back and snorted,
"Can't you see that this old man is at the end of the road? how can you say I'm fine?"
