The others remained silent.
The disciples of the lineage and the successors of the mantle were completely different.
The Immortal Sovereign sighed, waved his hand, and said lightly, "Let's go, let's go. If fate allows, we shall meet again in 128,000 years."
Everyone looked at each other and bowed.
"Senior, I don't know why you chose to leave this legacy, nor do I know why you don't control a major power. However, I have some suggestions."
At this moment, Han Muye, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly spoke.
His words stunned everyone and they all turned to look at him.
The Immortal Venerable also looked at him indifferently and said, "Tell me about it."
Han Muye stood up and cupped his hands.
With the opportunity before him, he had to fight for it.
