As he spoke, a hint of sadness appeared in his eyes, silent tears flowed down.
"It's a pity you won't see that day..."
Thinking of this, Xiao Yaozi clutched at his heart. Even though many years had passed since then, and the person in the grave had been gone for a long time, the memory still brought a heart-wrenching pain.
Many years ago...
Xiao Yaozi was not the Xiao Yaozi of today. He wasn't even a disciple of the Carefree Sect but a young monk from the Heavenly Dragon Temple!
Back then, he was an orphan discovered at the foot of a mountain by a monk from the Heavenly Dragon Temple, who took him back to the temple to raise him.
He had incredibly terrifying talent, and at a young age, he had already distinguished himself, catching the attention of some prominent figures in the Heavenly Dragon Temple.
Mo Ni the Divine Monk was the Temple Master at that time. Upon learning of Xiao Yaozi's extraordinary talent, he directly asked him, "Are you willing to cultivate with me?"
