Compared to the white-robed old man's friendliness, the fierce-looking gray-robed old man on the right was not in such a good mood. He swept his gaze in the direction of Gaojing City and said angrily,"This group of unfilial prodigals really deserve to die. They just had to make such a mess at this moment. Ancestor, do you still have enough lifespan?"
Although the gray-robed old man's words and actions were domineering, he was clearly a little reserved when facing the white-robed old man.
At this moment, he was carefully probing the aura of the white-robed old man.
The white-robed old man smiled and waved his hand with a slightly waning interest. He shook his head and said,"Forget it, it's time and fate. I'm probably destined to never ascend in this life. There's nothing bad about returning to dust as soon as possible!"
Hearing this, the gray-robed old man's eyes flickered with some sadness.
Cultivation itself was to obtain true freedom in the world.
