Qi Wuhuo took a step back, folded his hands, and immediately opened the scroll he had just written, took out the paper again, and dipped his pen in ink.

He remembered a passage he had seen in that dream he had when he was young.

The old man laughed. He knew the character of the child in front of him.

You should definitely think about writing a couplet for yourself that satisfies you?

His temperament is a little too serious, and the old man doesn't care about it. Rather, he appreciates such a temperament, but he doesn't think that the child in front of him can write something that satisfies him.

This [Life-Sustaining Pill], or should be called [One-turn Golden Pill].

Although this object is nothing in my collection, it is a great opportunity to release it.

The fate has been exhausted.

Unless the ability exceeds his expectations, he will not give anything else.

Never break a promise.

At this moment, I looked at the juniors with a slightly angry attitude, and with a smile, I walked over to see what he could write.

This time Qi Wuhuo's writing style was sharper and freer.

When the old man saw the words written above, the smile on his face faded slightly.

By the time he finished writing a line, the joking look on his face was no longer there, and he said slowly:

"The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor."

"The immortal touches my head."

"Kind hair and longevity..."

Plain and simple, fairy-like and calm.

Coming at you.

The old man paused for a moment and sighed in his heart.
Chapter completed!