During these seventy years, he relied on the method passed down from his family and did power cultivation with all his might.
The beggar in front of him would occasionally give him pointers.
Power cultivation resources were obtained bit by bit by himself.
Other than the beggar in front of him, no one knew how many life and death experiences he had gone through.
As he experienced more and more, his heart towards the path became more and more firm.
"That... where are we going?" Nie Yun licked his lips and asked.
After so many years, he wanted to call the beggar in front of him "master", but the other party was unwilling.
"To find a group of people!"
Nie Yun sighed in his heart.
It was still the same sentence.
After seventy years, they had traveled through countless cities and forests.
They were aimless.
Every time he asked the beggar where they were going, he would always say the same thing.
