“The last time I had this honor was Meng Tingchun.”
“…” Jiang Qing was stunned.
Jiang Meng glanced at him, “It’s the one who came from Yunmo Continent and went to Lingzhou with one of your spirit ships. He is now the lord of Cuixia Valley.”
Jiang Tong saw the instruction of stitches, “Keep your skin tight, don’t fall behind others.””
Jiang Qing joked when he heard this, “Then I don’t have to sit with the lord of the Impermanence Hall.””
A word becomes a prophecy.
The next day, after Jiang Tong counted the time and asked the night manager for advice, he brought Jiang Qing to see Mi August.
After a few years of not seeing each other, the faces of both sides have not changed much, that is, they have grown from teenagers to more mature.
On the contrary, seeing Mi Feixue can feel the passage of time more.
When Jiang Qing first saw Mi Feixue standing next to Mi August, he didn’t recognize that this was a black child who was as thin as a fire stick.
But after looking at each other, the feeling of numb scalp is still fresh in my memory.
At this meeting, Jiang Qing, who has always been cheerful and talkative, didn’t know how to speak. It was up to Jiang Tong and Jiang Meng not to be cold.
However, with a few words of effort, Jiang Qing gradually regained his familiarity from Mi August’s calm and soft tone, and occasionally he could insert a sentence.
When asked what Jiang Qing planned to do after that.
Jiang Qing hadn’t answered yet, Jiang Tong hurriedly replied, “It all depends on Master Mi’s arrangements.”
Jiang Qing shut up silently.
Mi August smiled, “Now the dragons in the Temple of Impermanence have no heads.”
Jiang Qing: “?？？”
No way!
Jiang Qing came out of Chunfeng Hall in a daze, and what Mi August said was echoed in his mind along the way.
“You interrupted the path to the throne of the Lord of Impermanence.”
King, throne?
He is a low-level spiritual master, and he hasn’t even touched the threshold of the middle-level. How come he came into contact with the realm of the throne that he didn’t even dare to think about, and interrupted others?
Because the truth was too dreamy, Jiang Qing even ignored his resentment towards the Lord of the Impermanent Temple for a while, and strangely developed a trace of sympathy.