Song qingxiao was silent, and the joy in the old Daoist's eyes turned into sadness and loss.
He had been looking forward to this meeting for a long time, but he did not expect it to be a farewell.
The eldest disciple had returned to his side, but the youngest disciple still had to leave.
She didn't say anything. Sometimes, this kind of silence already represented a lot of things.
It was highly possible that they would not meet again after this separation.
He felt upset, but he did not show it on his face. Instead, he forcefully restrained himself, afraid that it would affect the child's decision.
The honest-looking second disciple did not see his master's disappointment and sadness, but when he heard song Changqing's words, he felt extremely excited.
He was an honest man, but he was not a cunning man. He did not see that after song Changqing's words, the master and disciple were speechless.
