The old man smiled and said, "Would you like to eat?"

"……food."

Qi Wuhuo carried the sword case on his back, put away the sword, and then took the candied haws.

First, he carefully licked the tissue paper that the syrup on it had turned into, then slowly ate it and asked:

"Teacher, is it enough to break the jade slip?"

The old man said gently: "Yes, that's enough."

"I won't take anything away, nor take away his cultivation and achievements."

"His foundation is still there and his practice is still there, but he just has no connection with me."

Qi Wuhuo still didn't understand the meaning of this sentence. While he was meditating, the jade slip that was thrown by the road behind his back suddenly broke into pieces, turned into light dust, and ceased to exist.

On the evergreen trees, a green leaf finally falls.

The old man smiled and sighed:
Chapter completed!