"However—"
The old man paused, spat out a chicken bone, then turned his head to look at Chen Qiu, his expression a mix of smile and non-smile, "Young friend, you and I indeed share a certain fate, and you truly possess some talent and opportunity on the path of a Magic Practitioner."
"This Magic Practitioner heritage, perhaps you really could make it through."
By this time, a full hour had passed since Chen Qiu had arrived at the beach.
Finally!
Chen Qiu saw an old man with white hair and beard, who looked quite immortal, striding over the sea surface toward him, with each step flashing golden light, as if he was stepping from an unreachable shore.
In the blink of an eye.
He was standing expressionlessly in front of Chen Qiu, that familiar and ethereal ancient voice once again echoed by his ear.
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"You have successfully passed the first round."
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Strangely.
