"Master, I have finally been waiting for you!"
Qin Jun said with a burning gaze as he supported Yang Chan, knowing that as long as the loyalty of the Old Master did not drop to below zero, his life was not in danger.
Although he greatly admired the Old Master, he did not revere him in the same way the gods in Heaven did.
Yang Chan, who retained memories of her past life, knew well the terror of a holy person, exalted and controlling the order of three thousand worlds; even though the Old Master was just a split body of a holy person, his strength was unfathomable.
The Old Master, lacking memories of past lives, did not recognize Yang Chan and, stroking his beard, said softly, "Old Taoist cannot fathom why there is karma between us. Can you enlighten me?"
What intrigued him most was the kindness he felt towards Qin Jun, considering this was their first meeting.
Having reached his level of cultivation, he did not believe in baseless affections.