When he thought of the outside world, his brows furrowed instantly, feeling uncertain about whether those Saints were reliable, leaving him with no confidence in his heart.
He came here, and Feng and the others mostly thought he was already dead.
He wasn't sure how his physical body was faring, or whether it was being preserved by those allied Semi-Saints.
Various thoughts swirled in Li Hao's mind as he gradually became lost in thought.
At some unknown time, the elder who had previously returned to the straw hut came out. He saw the young man lying on his rocking chair, and he chuckled softly, amused that someone dared to sit on his chair for the first time in all these years.
However, he stood aside without urging him. When Li Hao noticed him, he quickly stood up and said, "Senior."
"They should have told you about the situations here before. How can you have such leisure without eagerly coming to find me?"
