In the ocean of fire, a middle-aged man enveloped in white light floated out like a breeze from the depths of the Dry Wood Forest.
The man's silhouette was blurry, and after drifting out of the sea of fire, it became even more illusory, swaying in the wind as if it could disperse at any moment.
"Old buddy..." Xia Liang stared at the man's figure, with a complex and difficult-to-discern expression in his eyes.
"Come here!" Xia Liang took out a Soul Nourishing Pot, beckoning to the illusory white silhouette.
The white figure didn't budge, but slowly focused his gaze on Lu Zechuan.
As if sensing something, Lu Zechuan looked up and saw a face that resembled his own by fifty percent!
"Dear grandson." The white shadow smiled, his smile extraordinarily gentle.
"You blockhead, is now the time for chit-chat?" Xia Liang glared fiercely at him, "Get in here quickly!"
The white shadow turned his head, glanced disdainfully at Xia Liang, and then swiftly entered the Soul Nourishing Pot.
