After hesitating, Jiang Hao asked, "What month is it now?"
"June," answered a member of the Heavenly Note Sect looking at the person before him. "You should be one hundred thirty-seven years old by now."
"I have disturbed my senior again," Jiang Hao stated.
The Heavenly Note Sect member nodded slightly, then asked, "What are you realizing?"
"Nothing, just senselessly daydreaming," Jiang Hao replied.
It was perhaps an illusion, but in that moment, it felt like the person before him should be walking the path of immortality.
That kind of lonely and desolate feeling was beyond understanding.
But he indeed had some realization.
At the end of immortality, there lies infinite void.
And what lies at the end of the void?
Jiang Hao didn't think it over much.
The member of the Heavenly Note Sect looked at the person before him and then pointed a finger.
A mystical Taoist strength, which Jiang Hao felt, roared forth.
It then touched the center of his forehead.