“Seventh brother, you usually like to dream, but why aren’t You Dreaming Now?”
The fourth young master of the Miro Palace stopped playing the zither and raised his head to look at the figure under the World Tree. He said indifferently, “Teacher isn’t here, but the Miro Palace doesn’t have the right for you to be impudent. You are ranked seventh in the Miro Palace, not number one.”
The figure under the world tree walked closer and gradually became clearer. Even if great calamity was to destroy everything, it wouldn’t be able to shake the figure under the tree. Even his aura wouldn’t be able to shake it.
He walked in the chaos, and the great calamity of destruction made him feel like a fish in water, relaxed and satisfied.
He had a tall and sturdy figure, but his temples were white. There were traces of time and wind on his face.
He was exactly the same as Qin Mu, only more mature and steady. It was clear that he had experienced many things in the past universe.
