Wang Jixuan froze in place.
He turned his head slightly toward the source of the voice, but all he saw were shifting silhouettes and an atmosphere of gloom.
His martial uncle was in the Main Hall.
"Ji Xuan, is that really you?"
"Your martial uncle didn't recognize you just now... I actually didn't recognize you... You haven't changed, yet you have changed..."
Wang Jixuan's nose stung, but his Dao heart was no longer what it had been in the past. He merely revealed a faint smile.
He nodded gently without saying anything more, leaped onto the wall, set down a meditation cushion, and calmly began meditating there.
"Zhengyi?" Wang Jixuan called softly.
Murong Zhengyi hurriedly rose and answered, "Martial Uncle, what are your instructions?"
"Nothing."
Wang Jixuan gave a simple reply and said no more.
Murong Zhengyi was baffled, but he still smilingly offered a salute before turning back to continue tending to his female guards.
Before long, several Wangxian Valley Disciples rode their swords on the wind and landed before Murong Zhengyi.
"Fellow Daoist Murong, our sect leader wishes to invite you to represent the Murong Family and discuss matters in the Main Hall alongside your martial uncle."
"Oh?"
Murong Zhengyi was immediately somewhat flattered.
Their so-called Ten Great Families and Fifteen Great Families sounded intimidating enough, but in truth, they held greater influence among independent cultivators. Before the major sects, they had virtually no presence at all.
Quick-witted as he was, he swiftly realized that Wangxian Valley's sect leader had not invited the Murong Family itself. He was also happy to do Wang Jixuan this favor.
"My guards are injured, and they are childhood friends of mine as well. I cannot leave them without worry."
Murong Zhengyi removed his jade pendant, which bore the Murong Family insignia. It