Three Immortal-Island Realm, East Sea, Penglai Continent.
On Penglai Immortal Island, countless Penglai disciples either rode the wind or soared through the sky on cranes.
The current Penglai Tianshu True Person, Lingwei, stood before the main hall on Tianshu Peak, watching the disciples beneath him bustle to and fro. Though a smile touched his face, anyone with discerning eyes could tell that his thoughts were elsewhere.
"Senior Brother Sect Master summoned me back so urgently. Surely it wasn't just to have me admire the scenery?"
A clear voice rang out behind him. The child attendants standing to Lingwei's left and right hurriedly bowed when they saw the newcomer. "Greetings, True Lord Ling Zhao."
The person who now appeared beside Lingwei was none other than Lin Fan.
Lingwei shook his head. "Junior Brother Ling Zhao, in our Shanhe Daoist Sect, one generation of True Disciples appears every three thousand years. By my reckoning, only the second millennium of our Ling generation has passed."
Lin Fan paused at that, and his words held a touch more emotion. "Who could deny it?"
"Speaking of which, when Lingyuan and I joined Penglai, it was still the year 39,800."
"We came in at the tail end of the first millennium. Now, we can be considered seniors."
Lingwei spoke softly. "It was the year 39,818. That was already sixteen hundred years ago."
Lin Fan nodded. "Indeed. The elders of the Dao generation have all entered East Heaven, while the uncles and aunts of the Hao and Yu generations have gone into seclusion to comprehend the mysteries. Now, it is our Ling generation's turn to shoulder Penglai."
"In the thousand years since the Three Realms were stabilized, our sect has produced quite a few promising seedlings. Our Ling generation has successors. Even if we all go to