C1187 Goal!

The wind was like a whirlwind, blowing past the tombs one by one.

"Hehe, junior apprentice-brother."

In a trance, he seemed to hear that familiar voice again.

"Junior apprentice-brother."

"Youngest junior brother!"

"Youngest junior brother!"

"Thank you."

Wang Shuo's eyes became moist, and he started to laugh soundlessly, and started to cry as well.

Back then, it was their insistence