"Forget it, living is too exhausting..."
Han Cai stared blankly at the Bodhi Tree, waiting for the Arhat to notice him.
Suddenly.
Han Cai noticed a figure at the base of the Bodhi Tree. Although the figure's back was turned, there was an indescribable sense of familiarity.
The person was wearing a Daoist robe, creating an illusion of being there and not at the same time.
"Li...Li Mo?"
Han Cai's pupils shook as he whispered the name that had haunted him for millennia, and the man under the Bodhi Tree turned around slowly, as if realizing something was wrong.
Even after thousands of years, he couldn't be mistaken.
It was indeed Li Mo.
Han Cai's face flushed with excitement, but then he remembered the thousands of disciples of the Creation Sect who had perished, and he clutched his head, kneeling in pain.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I, as your master, failed to protect the foundation of the Creation Sect. I failed your expectations, I..."
