Time trickled by second by second, as Gu Hua covered his little disciple's mouth, both of them staring blankly at Tang Tianhao, who sat motionless on a stone bench as if he had fused with it.
Half an hour passed, and Gu Hua's eyebrows suddenly twitched.
"Over ten thousand years..."
He looked at Tang Tianhao, and suddenly felt as insignificant as a speck of dust in this vast universe.
The aura emanating from Tang Tianhao's body was already ancient, as if it had existed in this world for countless years, like an ancient scroll suddenly being unfurled, with its profound mysteries assaulting the senses.
"Ten thousand years?"
Even with his mouth covered by Gu Hua, the little disciple couldn't help but look at Tang Tianhao with some confusion, as if he partly understood.
"Disciple, do you feel that his aura is very ancient, like we're from a different era than him?"
Gu Hua's expression was grave.
