Two old men were sitting in a mountain rich in energy, sipping tea and communicating.
"The ancestors said: Even if the two of us get here, we can't relax in our cultivation." An old man said.
"Hahaha, the sky is high and the sky is high here. If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who knows if we are slacking off?" Another old man replied.
"Biji, we two brothers have been out for a year. Although we haven't changed much in terms of Yuanli cultivation, we are still cultivating our minds."
"Well, that's right, it's all about cultivating the mind. To be honest, with our level of cultivation, let alone just one year, even if we practice for ten or eight more years, we won't be able to make any progress at all."
"I don't know why our ancestors value the saint so much. Is the saint astonishing as a human being, or is she extraordinarily talented?"
"You have already guessed it no less than twenty times. We just need to take our time and we will understand the reason sooner or later."
"I understand, I'm starting to doubt my ancestor's calculations. Even if we wait a few more years, the saint may not appear."
"That……"
Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden loud roar, a gap opened in the void above the nine heavens, and a white object quickly fell.
"Why is Xiao Fangxiao attacking me secretly?" After the old man finished speaking, he raised his right hand and prepared to strike with his palm.
"Wait a minute, something's wrong!" Another old man with sharp eyes quickly stopped him, "I sense the breath of life. That seems to be a person?"
"people?"
The old man took a closer look, and his expression changed with horror. He did not retract his palm, but with a push and a bend, he released a soft palm force and slowly held up the white object that fell from above.
After a while...
The two of them looked at the woman in white lying on the ground, circling around with confusion on their faces.
"Tell me, how could a girl appear here and be so seriously injured?"
"Yes, I have checked. Almost all of her bones are broken. If it were not for the defensive armor, she would have died."
"Well, the grade of that treasured armor seems to be quite high. Even I am jealous of it."
"Don't be jealous, how should we deal with her? We were originally here to welcome the saint, why did a dying girl fall out?"
"Wait a minute, Saint...Girl...Saint..."
"What are you still mumbling about?"
"Tell me, could she be the saint our ancestors asked us to welcome?"
"ah……"
"What's wrong?"
"Quickly, bring her back to her clan! She really may be the saint we are waiting for."
"But the injuries on her body..."
"We can't cure her injuries. We have to return to our clan quickly and ask our ancestors for help."
"What if we're wrong?"
"If we make a mistake, we will be scolded at worst. If she is really a saint and we don't save her, our ancestors will definitely kill us two brothers when they find out."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!"
"good……"
The two people immediately took out something like a lounge chair from the storage ring, gently moved the woman in white onto it, lifted it up one after another, and her figure crossed the sky and disappeared in an instant.
…
Little did Zhong Zihao know that his biggest worry when he opened Jingcheng would come true. At this moment, he was on his way to the rooftop.
"Whoosh..."
A young man in black robes flew through the air at extremely fast speeds.
Suddenly, his galloping speed stopped, and then he hovered in the void; then, he drew a perfect arc and landed on the ground.
This person was Zhong Zihao. During the flight just now, he felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, and his brain was still threatening to faint, so he had to land.
He released his soul power to explore for a while, and then checked his whole body, but found nothing abnormal. Zhong Zihao was full of doubts. He was supposed to be a strong man in the Tianji realm, and there was no danger found here, so how could he appear for no reason?
Feeling flustered?
After a while, he adjusted his breath slightly and set out again. Because the feeling just now had not completely disappeared, he could only walk forward on foot while thinking about the reason.
Two days passed, and although he still didn't understand what happened that day, Zhong Zihao finally returned to normal.
At this time, he was walking on a wide road. There were not many pedestrians on the road, but most of them were young warriors on their way.
Not far ahead is a restaurant with a bustling business.
Calling it a restaurant is an exaggeration. In fact, it is just a small wooden house that has been around for a long time. Because this place has no village and no shops, many warriors passing by have rested here.
Even a few tea and wine tables were placed on the flat ground outside the wooden house.
Zhong Zihao was thinking about something and walked in here unknowingly. Looking left and right, he saw that the eight wine tables were almost full. He saw that there was only one person at the table next to him, so he walked forward.
"Hey, brother, are you here to buy me a drink? Come on, come on, please take a seat!"
A few steps away from the wine table, a young man raised his head and shouted.
Zhong Zihao was stunned and looked up. He saw that this man was about twenty-three or four years old, with an ordinary appearance, a little fat, and dark skin. Only the light that burst out from his pupils from time to time could be inferred that he was anything but ordinary.
After sizing this person up, the young man's voice sounded again: "Brother, from what I can judge, you are not here to buy me a drink."
"How can you see it?" Zhong Zihao asked.
The young man said seriously: "First, you are not familiar with me, so you don't have to invite me to drink; second, I don't smell alcohol from you, and you should not drink alcohol, or rarely drink; as for third, I don't smell alcohol from you.
Well, it’s purely my feeling.”
Zhong Zihao laughed dumbly. This person was really interesting: "So, brother, I am not welcome to sit here?"
"How is that possible? If you don't sit down, someone else will take it sooner or later. If you sit down, at least you won't be occupied by those annoying ladies." As the young man spoke, he put down the wine cup, stood up, and extended his hand to invite me.
"If that's the case, I'm sorry to bother you!" Zhong Zihao returned the gesture, stepped forward, and sat down unceremoniously.
The young man also sat down and filled his wine cup: "I ordered so many dishes, but one person can't eat them anyway. How about you eat together and pay the bill after that?"
Zhong Zihao was stunned again. This person was really interesting. He looked completely familiar and didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.
Only then did he notice that the guy in front of the huge wine table had ordered more than ten dishes, almost filling the entire table.
"Okay, just follow what brother said!" Zhong Zihao smiled helplessly to himself and said somewhat helplessly.
The young man picked up a piece of meat and threw it into his mouth. He took another sip of wine and spoke unclearly: "Look at brother, you seem a little dissatisfied?"
Taking the spare bowls and chopsticks from the table, Zhong Zihao also started to move. He thought about it, this guy did it on purpose, otherwise why would he be the only one at this table?
Hearing this, he felt a little embarrassed and changed the topic: "My surname is Zhong. I don't know how to call my brother?"
"Haha, easy to talk about." The young man laughed and said, "You can just call me judge."
"Judge?" This was the first time Zhong Zihao heard such a strange name, and he immediately asked uncertainly.
"Yes, a judge who specializes in judging life and death!" The young man's eyes fell on Zhong Zihao's face, his tone was sonorous, as if he was worried that the latter would not believe it.