In just a moment, this old man who was over seventy years old thought of many things.

"Will he come back?" the old man asked.

Chen Changsheng paused, nodded and replied: "Yes."

After hearing this, the old man came back to his senses. He lowered his head and murmured: "That's good."

He let out a long sigh and looked at the setting sun setting on the distant mountain top.

Chen Changsheng followed his gaze.

Zhong Zhengyuan stopped aside and did not speak.

The old man suddenly said: "These two gentlemen must not be mortals."

Zhong Zhengyuan and Chen Changsheng were both startled.

"Actually, I felt it vaguely from the beginning."

The old man turned to look at Chen Changsheng. He was still smiling, but he said: "But sir, do you know, don't we parents recognize our own sons?"

As he spoke, the smile on the old man's face gradually faded, and his eyes turned reddish.

He wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

"Sir, please spare them this time, they are not bad."

“Really not bad.”

As these words fell, the setting sun on the other side also sank behind the mountain.

Chen Changsheng held the gourd in his hand and was stunned on the spot.

He looked at the old man with red eyes in front of him, and for a moment he was filled with so many emotions that it was difficult to regain his composure.

He never thought...
Chapter completed!