"If someday, I have the fortune to meet Saint Davidson in person, my life would truly be fulfilled," Wyatt Barnes sighed.
Saint Davidson, the Monkey King, in the ancient myths of his former life, was undoubtedly the most revered figure.
"There might be a chance in the future," Elder Fire said, "however, for you right now, that level is far too distant... Don't think too much, just focus on your cultivation."
After Elder Fire spoke these words, his voice faded away as he went on to repair the Jewel Tower.
Wyatt Barnes nodded.
He made the Jewel Tower shrink into the size of a baby's fingernail and then casually inserted it into his ear, securing it inside.
In this way, no matter how he moved, the Jewel Tower would not fall out.
As he stepped out of the room, Wyatt Barnes saw two young girls chatting leisurely together.
Upon seeing Wyatt Barnes emerge, the gaze of the two girls brightened simultaneously.
