Behind Lord Zhou was Li Hengsheng.
As Li Hengsheng approached the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, the closer he got, the more he felt a profound sensation.
"Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable." Li Hengsheng cupped his hands in respect.
Li Changqing looked at his son in front of him, then nodded slightly, turned around, and took out a sleeping bag from the tent. This sleeping bag was obviously thicker than the others, which Li Changqing had intentionally prepared for Li Hengsheng.
Li Hengsheng took it with both hands and said, "Thank you, Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable."
"You're welcome." Li Changqing replied, "Have a good sleep, conserve your energy, so you can focus more at night."
Whenever Li Changqing became the Cyan Lotus Sword Venerable, he would deliberately lower his voice, and besides, Li Hengsheng had not seen his father for four whole years.
Of course, he didn't recognize Li Changqing's voice.
