Gan Di and the old man sat alone to one side, drinking wine and eating the snacks that Baili Xijiang had asked Xiao Ao to bring over, watching the group of people gradually sit down in front of them with a smile.
"Times have really changed. Back then, when faced with such a situation, we wouldn't have had time to sit down, drink tea, or eat."
Gandi sighed.
The old man narrowed his eyes, watching the young girl whose face was growing paler as she continued to refine pills.
"It's all because of that little girl. No matter what situation she's in, she never wrongs herself."
Sit down when you're tired.
Even when the situation is tense, we have to sit down.
With her leading the way and thoughtfully setting up tables, chairs, and food, everyone sat down.
As soon as the bigwigs sat down, the huge crowd behind them naturally followed suit.
"Her temperament is different from others."
Gan Di looked over; the young girl possessed a unique aura that none of the powerful figures around her had…
"Divinity".
The old man looked at the woman in green with admiration and repeated, "She possesses a compassion that transcends worldly concerns."
From the moment he first saw this girl among the beggars, he noticed her difference in her clear eyes.
He stared at her for a long time. The young girl must have just started her solo journey. She paused for a moment, then smiled brightly and asked him, "Uncle, is there anything I can help you with?"
Without saying a word, he clung to her, and the wealthy young woman took him to an inn to wash up and change into new clothes. Then, as he had insisted, she treated him to several meals.
He was capricious and occasionally acted crazy, but the young Song Tingwan advised him that since his senior had hidden himself in the city, he should pick up his spirit and create a new era of glory.
She somehow sensed his extraordinary nature and assumed he was a down-on-his-luck, frustrated cultivator.
He neither refused nor agreed, and the two traveled together for a short time.
Whenever danger arose, this frail little girl steadfastly stood in front of him, throwing out one precious magical artifact after another.
Later, he was caught in the vortex of Mahayana cultivators vying for opportunities. He used earth to cover her escape, and when they returned to safety, he saw her looking dumbfounded.
It was only then that she realized what kind of being she had encountered: this seemingly ordinary old man who had escaped so easily from the vortex of battle during the Mahayana stage.
"Are you also her elder?"
Gan Di poured the other person a glass of wine and asked curiously.
“Me? I’m not.” The old man chuckled, looking at the huge, broken round table behind Song Tingwan. “Their elders are all over there, and her father too… What a pity, what a pity.”
The old man tilted his head back and drank a glass of wine.
When a god descends to the mortal realm, his divine essence is split in two, with the majority of it used as a sacrifice to allow him to be reborn.
A small portion of them used secret methods to help his wife become a god and send her to the divine realm.
I admire him greatly; he could never have done something so great.
When Song Tingwan could no longer hold on and stopped, she opened her eyes wearily, her face almost bloodless.
Looking up, Ayao's figure had already disappeared into the distance.
A tiny figure, climbing the sacred ladder step by step.
We've already covered more than half the distance.
Song Tingwan was exhausted and leaned back in her chair to accept the tea offered by her young apprentice.
Immediately afterwards, my face was rubbed by the furry thing.
Song Tingwan was taken aback, only then noticing that Xiao Ao was obediently rubbing against her, carefully showing concern, and not jumping onto her.
Her expression softened, and she gently rubbed the little one's head.
"Little Ao is here too?"
The little one blinked his eyes, tears welling up, and asked, "Does it hurt, sister?"
Song Tingwan gently shook her head, took a sip to swallow the bloody taste, and casually scooped the little guy onto her lap to stroke its fur.
Looking back with a heavy heart, I inadvertently saw Qin Yuanyuan swinging a large hammer, striking it repeatedly.
It's still the one-handed version of swinging a sledgehammer.
Song Tingwan was stunned, while Baili Xijiang burst out laughing.
"Master, have you never seen Qin Yuanyuan refining weapons?"
He was surprised at first too.
Song Tingwan blinked and nodded.
She had seen Uncle Song Xun forge weapons, and he also wielded a large hammer. Even though she had known for many years that Yuanyuan was a weapon refiner, she had never associated this scene with her.
After Qin Xi inherited the Tianji Sect, she began to dress more maturely. At this moment, she was wearing a neat black and white robe, but in Song Tingwan's mind, she was still wearing a gorgeous pink dress, and her bright eyes when she smiled were so sweet that they touched people's hearts.
Yuanyuan... wielding a sledgehammer?
Song Tingwan glanced at it again and again, finding it all rather amusing.
Looking further ahead, apart from those steadily progressing through the tribulation stage, many others around them were advancing in rank.
A smile flashed in the woman's eyes, and her gaze finally settled on the two seniors drinking over there.
She thought for a moment, then got up and walked over, still holding a snow-white little white tiger in her arms.
Seeing this, Baili Xijiang carried a stool for his master and sat down at the table of the two senior masters.
"Two seniors..."
Song Tingwan nodded slightly, and after she sat down, Baili Xijiang stood behind her, respectfully looking at the two seniors along with her master.
His composure is rare.
Gan Di raised an eyebrow and looked at him, "Tired of refining pills?"
Another old man laughed and poured Song Tingwan a cup to drink. "It's been a long time since we drank together. Come on, have a drink with this old man."
Song Tingwan chuckled and did not refuse.
After drinking the strong liquor, the Wan Nian Ling Jiu made her cough violently twice. The little white tiger on her lap cried out anxiously, and Baili Xijiang was also frightened and patted his master's back.
The two old men laughed.
Song Tingwan waved to her disciple to indicate that she was fine. The wine was strong, but the spiritual energy it contained was as rich as if it had been infused with ten thousand years' worth of spiritual essence, and her complexion immediately became rosy.
"Senior Gan Di's wine is really good."
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