Meng Nantian looked at him again, then turned around and walked down the mountain. Behind him, a smiley voice came with the wind: "There is mysterious power everywhere in Lingshan. If I can practice with me, in time, I might be able to surpass myself. Maybe I can calculate the next good day earlier so that they can come back..."

The figure on the edge of the cliff disappeared in a blink of an eye. Soon, the boy's hoarse voice rang out quickly: "The second master is here, please be worshiped by my disciple."

"A bastard! Even your master has to respectfully call me "The Great Emperor," and you dare to call me the second master." The person who spoke sounded very dissatisfied.

"Second Master, please be bowed by my disciple." The boy chased after him and knelt on the ground again.

"No, unless you call Master."

"Second Master, please accept a prayer from my disciple."

"No……"

"Second Master..."

Meng Nantian sighed helplessly in the wind slowly, how could this child be so stubborn? His temperament is exactly the same as his master.

Looking back, the mountain stream is as good as the past, with gentle mountain wind blowing by, trees are full of shadows, golden sunshine shining on the green branches, and tender buds are hung on the top.

Winter goes and spring comes, everything revives, everything is so vibrant, full of vitality and hope.

The end of a story may be the beginning of another story. As long as you believe it, this story will definitely have a perfect ending.
Chapter completed!