Fang Yingxue looked toward the entrance of the main hall, where a red-haired figure in black robes was approaching. There was a trace of weariness on his face, yet it could not conceal his bearing.
Unlike the kindly old man she had once seen, this person no longer carried the slightest air of old age. He truly seemed like a powerful figure from a jade mural, brought back to life.
Though his aura had changed somewhat, the smile in his eyes was still familiar.
"You..."
Fang Yingxue's voice trembled. Ignoring the shattered fragments of the teacup before her, she hurried after him, as though she could not believe that the ancestor would return.
Just as she was about to bow, a pair of large hands supported her.
A hoarse voice followed. "No need for such formalities."
Those hands were warm, just like that voice.
It was as though she were bathing in a spring breeze.
The maid beside Fang Yingxue had already prostrated herself the moment the old ancestor called him Ancestor. The gatekeepers, servants, stewards, and deacons did not dare make a sound.
They feared disturbing this man whom the old ancestor had called Ancestor.
They did not even dare lift their heads to examine this figure who existed only in legend.
For one thing, as a legendary figure, the ancestor's radiance was simply too dazzling.
As the patriarch who had founded the sect, the present Taiyi Sect had been rooted in its past accumulation. The upper sect had merely accelerated and preserved that momentum. Secondly, this ancestor was no harmless man in the legends.
Back in the day, the Star Luo Sea had called him the "Primordial Soul-Devouring Devil Lord."
With a single Soul Banner, he had suppressed who knew how many peers and even seniors.
As the