"Master Hui Jue?"
Having only been half a year, upon seeing Master Hui Jue again, Murong Jiu hardly dared to recognize him.
It was because he seemed to have aged decades in an instant, his eyebrows pale, appearing almost like a centenarian.
The previous time he saw him, he was only middle-aged.
The feeling he gave off seemed even more compassionate.
Jun Yuyan was also full of surprise; although he had lost some memories, he had known Master Hui Jue a few years ago, and the difference was too great compared to his memory.
"It is indeed I, the old monk. Please, have a seat," said the master.
Master Hui Jue had a serene smile on his face, his gaze wise, as if he understood everything.
After they sat down, he slowly began to speak.
"This is the last time the old monk will enter the capital. Afterwards, I will continue to wander the world and eventually pass away serenely when the time comes."
"Your age…"
