In his previous life, Xue Meng stood in the wind and rain, his voice extremely hoarse.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His Adam's apple rolled several times, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't be more careful. "Disciple Xue Meng, greets Master."

These simple words, no one could say for more than ten years.

After Xue Meng finished speaking, he felt as if all the feelings of life were in his throat. It was so bitter that he couldn't say a second word.

Behind him, Mei Hanxue said, "Ziming, concentrate."

In his previous life, the Mei brothers didn't change much in appearance, but each of their eyebrows had a trace of steadiness, and their spiritual power was far better than before.