Looking at Feng Qi, the owner of the fog was extremely surprised.
In its memory,
Feng Qi only had a head left in the end. Without its blood and Qi to maintain his consciousness, he would die very quickly. There was no possibility of survival.
It was grateful to Feng Qi for risking his life to save it.
But it was only gratitude.
In order to commemorate its thrilling experience of obtaining the blood stone and out of gratitude for Feng Qi, it would often go to his tombstone and sit there to reminisce about the past and think about the future. At the same time, it would eat some offerings according to its racial customs to reminisce him.
This had gradually become a habit.
Therefore, he had a very deep impression of Feng Qi.
Now that they met again 1,500 years later, it was filled with doubts.
However, Feng Qi ignored its surprise and shouted again,
"Lin Ran, get out here!"