2695 The Beauty Among Dragons

As the Celestial Thearch's small hand gently stroked his head, the white-robed Tribulation Transcender couldn't help but feel an indescribable sense of 'closeness' in his heart. This instinctive feedback, sealed in the deepest part of his heart, seemed to confirm a very close connection between him and the Celestial Thearch.

Even this sense of closeness had a faint feeling that surpassed the ordinary master-disciple relationship.

The white-robed Tribulation Transcender found himself somewhat greedy for the Celestial Thearch's head-patting.

The situation of an antique who had lived for countless years, craving the head-patting of a young girl, left the white-robed senior feeling inexplicably embarrassed.