After the Xiaoxiang land was burned to the ground by a fire, Song Jingyan dragged his body around and picked up the remaining souls of his fellow disciples as if collecting tatters.
The corpses of his classmates were lying in a large area. Song Jingyan's heart felt cold and it hurt from the cold. He still had to find time to groom his wolf-like junior brother in the chaos of war.
Following along, the wolf cub suddenly looked up at him and gave him a head-on blow: "Brother, I want to get out of the island."
Song Jingyan's face suddenly turned cold. He was just about to teach this little brat that it is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge after ten years, so he should stop delivering food to his enemies.
Just listen to this little kid say dryly: "The spiritual power here is too thin, I won't be able to practice in the future."
Song Jingyan never knew that his junior brother who had been practicing for three days, fishing and two days drying nets, was still a martial arts fanatic deep down in his heart. Before the sadness of dependence on each other arose in his heart, he lost his temper and threw the little brat out with a heartbroken heart.
The hard-hearted kid never came back, and not a single letter was sent.
The sky is high and birds can fly, Song Jingyan thought that he would never have anything to do with them. Who would have thought that after holding it in for a long time, he left the island on a whim, and before he had even flown two miles away, he happened to bump into that cheap junior brother.
After not seeing each other for decades, Song Jingyan was horrified to realize that he didn't know whether it was because his eyesight was dim, or because his cheap junior brother had gone crazy during his cultivation over the years. The junior brother looked at him as if he was not innocent anymore...
Intention: Because it cannot be empty