The bearded old man finished speaking and left, grumbling and cursing.
When he reappeared, he was in a dilapidated temple.
Inside the temple, there was a somewhat damaged statue of a god.
This statue did not have a carved face.
"Just three hundred years, and it has come to this?"
"Sigh..."
The bearded old man gazed at the statue with longing and memories, mixed with a hint of reverence.
At that moment, a crisp voice rang out.
"Old man, don't live in the past, you need to look forward.
Maybe, in your heart, this person is very important, but for others, they have more important people... and things in their hearts."
"Scram, scram, scram, you young fool, what do you know about the Faceless Sword Deity!" The bearded old man couldn't help but exclaim.
"In this world, no one understands him better than I do." The young man plagiarized a famous saying.
At this, the bearded old man seemed to realize something and suddenly turned around.