"That kid, with just a few words, seems to have become friends with that Emperor Clan prodigy."
Li Tie Mu looked at the two people conversing in the projection, somewhat bemused.
The Great Dream Master gazed at the young man, his carefree and serene smile reminiscent of the figure from countless ages ago, who walked ahead to shield and shelter her.
Such magnanimity, carefree spirit, yet also bright and resolute with fighting spirit and brilliance.
"Perhaps it's a case of instant connection, or maybe it's fate — making friends doesn't require many words, just speaking together at the first words is friendship."
Spoke the Great Dream Master.
These words were spoken by that long-gone figure in a certain age, now echoed from her lips.
...
In the True Immortal Secret Realm.
The wine jug in Li Hao's hand was almost empty, his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were slightly intoxicated.
"You're drunk."
