Special Class Guest Elder

Words were always weak. Shen Ping was silent as he looked at the round curve. He had no idea what Mu Jin had experienced in the past half a year. But at this moment, he understood what Mu Jin meant.

Whether it was the True Treasure Pavilion, or the Qingyang City, it was not important. What was important was to recognize themselves and understand the difficulties of this world.

Shen Ping pulled off his robe and took a step forward. He thought of the spiritual date tree planted in the small courtyard again. It was still a seedling. When it grew up, it would bear sweet spiritual dates that emitted the fragrance of dates.

He had no chance to eat it at Cloud Mountain Parlour. However, after coming to Qingyang City, Shen Ping believed that he could eat spiritual dates in the future.

A long time passed.