"Little Qin, it must have been a thousand years since we last met,"
From the backyard of the Taoist temple, the voice of the Big Willow Tree sounded with a hint of emotion.
No signs of stuttering were noticeable.
"Hehe, indeed, things have changed, people have changed, the sea has turned into mulberry fields, Senior Liu,"
The Bronze Gate responded with a dry laugh.
In the cultivation world, power is supreme.
Although it had existed longer than the Ten-thousand-year-old Heart Calming Willow, it was essentially still an object, and previously it was less powerful than the Big Willow Tree.
Thus, it could only obediently listen to being called "Little Qin" and respectfully address the other as Senior Liu.
"The last time we met, I remember you were guarding the mountains for the Demon Sect. How come you have ended up in this little Taoist temple now?"
Guan Ling, the Senior, spoke with his branches slightly shaking.
