He didn't expect that he would recognize him. He didn't expect that he would be the first to call out his name, Murong Ziying.
A little worried, the man who was fixed on the Jiu Xuan Heart Devouring Scheme was as unattainable as the one in the forbidden area of the Sword Forest at that time.
Even though you are now imprisoned for sin and I am the master, even though everything in the memory is gradually getting old like the seabed deep in the whirlpool, even though Murong Ziying's silver hair is now more aged than Xuan Xiao's, even though they still can't forget so many grudges, and even though, when they look back, they are already a hundred years old.
However, faced with this situation, he still slowly leaned down. The ice-like undercurrent failed to penetrate into his current body, but pushed up the bun of plain clouds and silver whiskers and poured them into the sea. He knelt down on one knee, just like before, and called him——
Uncle Xuanxiao.
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