Bei Huai laughed.
He stood up with the support of the table, tall and barefoot, feeling the vigorous life force of the Mournful land beneath his feet, and walked down the mountain:
"I'm going to take a trip to the Cold Palace Emperor Realm. This might be an opportunity for you. You can take any action, by any means or method."
The Ghost Ancestor's heart stirred, but soon the ghostly glow in his eyes dimmed again.
Similar opportunities abound.
But after Bei Huai went, the ancient japonicum remained, which means the Medicine Ancestor was still there. Where was his chance?
"What do you intend to do?" the Ghost Ancestor rare spoke.
To this day, understanding Bei Huai and being curious about Bei Huai had become his only motivation to exist, and likewise the only thing he could do.
He tried to find a bit of wiggle room from "everything" to escape to safety, but unfortunately, Bei Huai never made mistakes.
"Ayao said to look for Yuegong Qi. I think he's right."
