After braving countless hardships and dangers, Lin Xuan had finally advanced successfully to the late stage, and his heart was filled with joy. He raised his head, his gaze slowly sweeping over his surroundings, and saw three slender, graceful figures.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Green light flared around him, and he vanished strangely from where he stood. In the next instant, he had already arrived beside the three women.
His speed was so fast it simply made one's jaw drop; no words could describe it. The distance of several thousand zhang between them seemed as though it had never existed at all.
Putting Shangguan Muyu aside for the moment, the two girls were startled badly. They reached up and patted their chests, but the fright on their faces was quickly replaced by delight.
With a graceful sweep of their sleeves, they both knelt in midair. "Yan'er and Ling'er respectfully welcome Master out of seclusion."
"Out of seclusion?"
Hearing the two girls say this, Lin Xuan could not help revealing a somewhat odd expression. He could not resist turning his head back. Hundred Flower Valley had long since vanished without a trace, and with the valley as the center, all the mountains, stones, soil, and trees within a radius of a thousand zhang had disappeared with the wind.
Lin Xuan still remembered the scene of breaking through the bottleneck perfectly clearly. Coming out of seclusion in this manner was truly rare enough.
To put it another way, from another angle, it should be absolutely unprecedented.
Of course, Lin Xuan would not correct the two girls' slip of the tongue. Fifty years had passed in the blink of an eye. Although the Second Nascent Soul had come out once midway, seeing his beloved disciples again