Chu Huaixu looked at the Dao Ancestor in the distance and "made eye contact" with him.
Because he couldn't clearly see or remember his facial features, he could only roughly locate where his eyes were, thus achieving eye contact.
Every time the other party took the initiative to speak to him, it was like a heavy hammer striking his heart.
At this moment, it was no different.
As for the Dao Ancestor's question to him—Huaixu, what do you think?
From Chu Huaixu's perspective, he was already a Swordman, how else could he see it?
Even if he had to bite the bullet, he had to say: "Such a wonderful thing!"
As a result, the Dao Ancestor's reply was: "Then it's fine."
Chu Huaixu always felt that these four words hinted at something slightly off!
In this Secret Realm, every word the Dao Ancestor said to him was like an infinite treasure trove of information hidden in the shadows.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to ask, a gentle breeze swept through the surroundings.
