The burly, golden-haired elder turned slightly, his pale golden Yuanyang gaze sweeping over.
Surprise flashed through the Main Soul's eyes.
He truly had not expected Venerable Fallen Flame to arrive here.
His gaze could not help but fall on the conical-hatted cultivator beside Dao Brother Fallen Flame.
The hatted man raised his head slightly, revealing a familiar face. He smiled, cupped his hands in salute, said nothing, and quietly stood beside Fallen Flame.
"Venerable... Ziyang."
Tu Shan Jun smiled.
Since Huangtuo and the others had arrived at the invitation of the Ancient Immortal Tower, then Ziyang, as a prodigy of the Heavenly Yang Divine Sect and Dao Brother Fallen Flame's eldest disciple, must have received an invitation as well.
It was simply unclear whether it had come directly from the Ancient Immortal Tower or through Dao Brother Fallen Flame's consideration.
Tu Shan Jun believed it was the latter.
Because Senior Fallen Flame had come today.
His gaze shifted, and the Main Soul sighed inwardly.
Ziyang had already been at late Nascent Soul stage three hundred years ago. His ascension to the Venerable realm now came as no surprise.
Thinking of this, the Main Soul could not help but wonder about Jinghong's cultivation. It was likely already quite formidable.
By comparison, he had spent the past two or three hundred years immersed in studying the immortal's stone stele, so his own cultivation had inevitably fallen behind.
On the path of cultivation, there were swift advances and slow ones.
Tu Shan Jun did not consider himself some kind of genius. More than anything, he had refined the road ahead through practice and the yearning for knowledge in his heart.
After reaching the Venerable realm, he felt time was both slow and swift. In the flick of a finger, seas turned into mulberry