After brewing a pot of tea for He Song, Han Yuezi spoke with a fragrant aroma lingering.
"Fellow Daoist, you have been in seclusion for many years this time, and you must have gained significant insights."
"This matter is worth celebrating."
"Fellow Daoist, please!"
Seeing this scene, He Song smiled without speaking, simply raised his teacup and took a sip like Han Yuezi.
But then, he shook his head slightly and sighed.
When Han Yuezi looked at him with a touch of doubt in his eyes,
He Song finally spoke.
"During this period of seclusive cultivation, I did indeed gain a lot."
"However, during this seclusion, my puppet witnessed an unusual scene from afar."
"Years ago, I directed my puppet to travel northward, stealthily heading towards the Northern Demon Taoists' area of influence."
"Yet along the way, it saw a Heaven-covering Giant Hand wipe out a land covering tens of thousands of miles in one stroke."
