C923 A Mentor

Looking at the familiar Black Armor in front of him, the man in the black robe revealed a smile.

Just like what he said earlier.

It had indeed been a long time.

When was the last time they had met?

He could not quite remember.

Perhaps it was because he had lived for too long, the sand in his memory had been piled up into a tower, just like his hometown. The oasis had turned into sand