"Perhaps you won't meet ever again."
In the carriage, Old Imperial Uncle sighed and said to An Le.
An Le nodded when he heard this. He stood up and lifted the curtain of the carriage. A white-robed man with the Green Mountain and Ink Pool Sword at his waist and Storm Calming, which was hidden in the peachwood sheath, walked out.
There was a pavilion on the side of the mountain path in the distance.
In the Ancient Daoist Pavilion, the atmosphere was heavy.
A figure that seemed to be emitting a hazy aura like an immortal in the sky stood in the pavilion and looked at the rain in the sky in a daze.
The man was incomparably handsome and emitted an immortal aura. He was wearing a wide sleeve and carried two wine jugs.
An Le stepped into the pavilion, and Zhao Jiu retracted his gaze.
