The vast void, endless horizon.
A short figure hurriedly stopped in the void, with an ugly face, and his robe was silently blown up by the wind, appearing somewhat disheveled.
He looked into the darkness ahead but dared not venture in easily.
Gazing into the depths of the void, he seemed to be waiting for something, pacing back and forth hesitantly for a while, then couldn't help but slightly turn his head and whisper to the empty side, his voice somewhat relaxed:
"Taoist Friend Adax, being outside for so long, we can finally return this time."
In the void, no sound came, but the short figure was long accustomed to the other's silence, so he was not surprised, and turned to continue gazing into the void, a slight smile rising on his face:
