Old Sun was dumbfounded.
He widened his eyes, his lips quivering as he pointed at the old man before him, unable to utter a single word.
The appearance of this old man was even more shocking than the demon tribe's Great Saint standing in front of him.
"What's wrong, Mr. Sun? Haven't seen you for a moment and you already don't remember?"
Uncle Fu smiled at Old Sun, teasingly saying.
"You...Great...Great Saint?" Old Sun felt a bit dizzy.
He had always thought Uncle Fu was just an ordinary person!
Back then, it was he who personally brought Uncle Fu into the Little Immortal Sect.
Besides... wasn't Uncle Fu supposed to have caught a cold!
A Great Saint catching a cold? Damn, that's unbelievable!
Thinking back to the road not long ago, he had even jokingly urged Uncle Fu to call him a senior, not to be disrespectful.
But now, looking at the overwhelming presence beside him that was stronger than Mo Lin's, equivalent to a Great Saint's aura, Old Sun was utterly stunned.
