"I've never seen my brother before. Stop asking."
Han Tuo shook his head and smiled, his eyes filled with anticipation.
His younger brother must have grown up after so many years. He wondered how his character and cultivation level were.
Yi Tian smiled and said, "Perhaps he will fight with you for the family inheritance."
Han Tuo shook his head and laughed. "I'm not fighting. I'm not qualified, anyway."
"What family inheritance?" a Great Dao Divine Spirit asked curiously. They had always been curious about Han Tuo's background.
Han Tuo smiled and did not say anything.
Yi Tian was the same. He pretended to be mysterious.
The three Great Dao Divine Spirits looked at each other and stopped talking.
…
Time passed.
A hundred thousand years passed very quickly, but it was very torturous to Qingluan'er.
