"You..."
The old man was all white-haired, looking disheveled, as weak as a dying person.
His vacant gaze fell upon Mo Wangchen, as if every word he spoke was particularly laborious, "Do you recognize me?"
"Are you the Master?"
Mo Wangchen appeared very surprised; he had encountered the Master during the nine hundred years he fell into reincarnation.
Having spent some years on the Eternal Mountain with the other person, the impression was naturally deep.
What Mo Wangchen never expected was that now, amidst the upheaval of the earth, he would actually see the Master?
"You... are a disciple of the Eternal Mountain..."
The old man was silent for a while, seemingly gathering enough energy to utter these words.
"Disciple Mo Wangchen, meets the Master!"
Upon hearing the three words 'Eternal Mountain', Mo Wangchen was already one hundred percent sure of the other's identity.
