The old man waved his hand slightly.

An Qisheng came to his senses and his clothes and hair had already dried up.

"Let's go, Brother An."

Jing Xiaolou, who had exited far away, walked over, patted An Qisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

An Qisheng felt novel, but he was already used to it.

"It's almost extraordinary to reach this level of manpower."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.

"extraordinary?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head:

"Once upon a time, I thought so too. Later, I knew a lot and knew that extraordinary was a dead end."

"What do you mean by this sentence?"

An Qisheng was a little confused.

"From ancient times, there have been real people who have surpassed the ordinary and embarked on another unpredictable path."

I don't know what I remembered, the old man sighed:
Chapter completed!