Riding a tiger into the pass, receiving a summons from a Great Power, and attending a banquet hosted by the City Lord—these three things announced the return of a master of pill refinement!
Stories of Luo Chen's deeds, spread by those with an interest in doing so, sank deeper into people's hearts with every telling.
He had refined a hundred kinds of pills without a single failure. He was a grandmaster worthy of the name.
He had slain a Demon Emperor, driven back commanders, and never lost a battle on the human-demon battlefield. The title Demon-Slaying True Person fit him perfectly.
Thus, after he settled on Danluo Mountain, visitors came in an endless stream.
Ordinarily, Luo Chen would have received them.
Even now, he had all the more reason to keep in touch with others.
Yet he declined every invitation to meet.
He stayed quietly on Danluo Mountain, seeing no one and offering only the explanation that he was devoting himself to cultivation.
Those who had come with plans of their own went away empty-handed.
Among them were the friends Luo Chen had made in earlier years.
"Cough, cough..."
Fu Old's coughing echoed along the mountain path.
"He doesn't want to see us!"
Nine Spirits Yuan Jun walked beside him with her hands clasped behind her back, an unreadable look in her eyes.
"Yes. A Great Power summoned him, and the Soaring Sky City Lord personally called him his junior brother at the banquet. Doesn't that say everything?"
Fu Old's back was bent, and his face had aged so much that even those who knew him struggled to accept the sight.
He stopped, leaned on his cane, and asked, "Do you think he looks down on us now?"
"I never said that!" Nine Spirits Yuan Jun denied it flatly, then