Wei Cen thought for a moment and understood Yang Zhenshan's intention. After pondering for a while, he said, "Alright, I'll send him a message."
"No rush, let's talk about your matters first!" Yang Zhenshan looked at him, his heart filled with complex emotions.
He had been in this world for forty years, and many of his old friends had passed away. Surely, more will pass away in the future.
Yang Zhenshan was a person with deep attachments. He didn't want to watch his old friends die one by one, so he wanted to help them.
"My matters, what matters do I have?" Wei Cen asked, puzzled.
"Do you have a wife and children?" Yang Zhenshan inquired.
Wei Cen shook his head, "I have been alone all my life!"
"Well then, you should go to Divine Wood Island! In the future, you might have the chance to become an Innate Martial Artist!" Yang Zhenshan replied.
Wei Cen was already over seventy years old. When he first met Yang Zhenshan, he was only in his thirties.
