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Chen Zixiu lightly flicked his cloud sleeves, his sword robe fluttering, his tone leisurely. "Oh? Xiaofan, with that expression of yours, could it be that old friends meet, yet no longer recognize each other?"
Zhang Xiaofan paused slightly, then laughed. "Brother Zixiu, you're joking. How could that be? It's just that the changes in you now are truly too great."
His gaze slowly swept over the faint flowing-cloud silver patterns beneath Chen Zixiu's blue sword robe, and waves could not help but rise in his heart.
The figure from more than ten years ago in his memories, one who had weathered wind and rain and, though unyielding, could not hide his air of decline, thunderously overlapped in his mind with the Sword Cultivator before him, calm and deep as an abyss, unmatched in elegance.
The Chen Zixiu of today was complete in spirit and full in aura, naturally flawless, as though wholly reborn.
Not only that, Zhang Xiaofan also keenly sensed that Chen Zixiu was giving off a strange aura.
Chen Zixiu's voice was clear and bright, like gold and jade striking together, and the Void around him rippled with faint waves, resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.
Before his words had even fallen, a gray gleam suddenly flashed over Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder.
A spirit monkey covered entirely in gray fur had every hair standing on end, and the golden markings around its three eyes abruptly opened, the vertical pupil on its forehead shooting out an inch-long beam of golden light.
In an instant, its claw tips hooked tightly into Zhang Xiaofan's lapel, and it trembled all over, as though it had encountered something utterly terrifying.
"Eek, eek... eek... eek, eek, eek..."
It let out panicked cries, actually carrying the grating sound of metal