You have a good chance, I accept it.

She also misses her relatives.

"Ye Yun, do you believe in being a teacher?"

Xiaoyao sighed, he also knew his disciple's biggest heart problem. If this heart disease is not cured, he will definitely become a demon in the future.

This is a heart disease that requires his disciple to get rid of. All he can do is to comfort her as much as possible, or give her some confidence and some goals.

"Master, of course I believe in you. You are the one I believe in most in this world."

Ye Yun patted Xiaoyao's shoulder and said with a smile.

Xiaoyao didn't pay attention to Ye Yun's offensive actions, and just said to himself.

"Ye Yun, you have to remember that as long as you are strong enough, you can bring the dead back to life. Birth, old age, illness and death are the rules of heaven and earth."

"But as long as you are stronger than the rules of heaven and earth, when the time comes, you can break the rules and let all the dead people return to this world."

After Xiaoyao finished speaking, Ye Yun remained silent.

"Master, I know, but...how long will it take to become that powerful?"

Ye Yun shook his head and said, to be able to be that powerful, how much heartache must be paid in the process, and to cultivate this thing, luck, potential, and talent are all indispensable.

I don't have that confidence.

"You just need to know how to take it one step at a time and become the strongest step by step."

"Don't think too far. Every time you reach a state, set a goal for yourself, but don't make the goal too big. If the goal is too big, it will destroy your confidence."

Xiaoyao said with a smile, his eyes twinkling, not knowing what to think about.

"Master, can you tell me how powerful you are?"

Ye Yun's eyes flickered, and he plunged into Xiaoyao's arms, staring at Xiaoyao with his eyes.

"Me, I'm not that strong either. I'm strong in front of some people, but in front of some people, I'm just an ant."

"There is no end to the road. There is no strongest person in this world."

After Xiaoyao finished speaking, Ye Yun puffed up his cheeks and became angry. Xiaoyao answered the question incorrectly, which obviously made her angry.

But Xiaoyao just shook his head and laughed. It wasn't that he didn't tell this girl. If he told this girl, she wouldn't understand.

"Girl, we're here."

Hearing Xiaoyao's words, Ye Yun got up from Xiaoyao's arms and looked at the mountains ahead.

The top of the mountain ahead is like a bowl, and there is a big river on the horizon. The end of the river is the bowl. The bowl is filled with white liquid, and a vision spreads thousands of miles around.

All around the mountain, there were densely packed figures, and all kinds of auras were uneven, but all of them were powerful without exception.

There were also people from other ethnic groups among them, and there were a few children standing next to these powerful people.

"Master, what is this? It smells so good, I really want to drink it all."

In such a solemn atmosphere, Ye Yun's eyes lit up and he stared at the liquid in the big bowl. His eyes were full of longing, and there was a sense of longing in the cells all over his body.

And because the surroundings were very quiet, many powerful people could hear Ye Yun's words. These powerful people just looked up at Ye Yun and stopped looking.

Just a child.

"Okay, if you want to drink, I'll let you drink as much as you want."

Xiaoyao said with a smile, then came to the top of Chihu's head, stepped on the top of Chihu's head with his feet, and looked at the many powerful people around him.