"Qi Zhen?" Lu Yuanchu was taken aback as well, seemingly searching his memory for that familiar name. Then his eyes suddenly widened. "Qi Zhen—I remember there was a Transcendent Realm cultivator at Taichu Peak named Qi Zhen, serving as a patrol warden in the Ancient Realm?"
"That's right, it's him. Rumor had it that he was captured by the Mechanical Empire. How did he end up here?"
Hong Qing spoke with a grave expression.
"Qi Zhen, is it really you?" Lu Yuanchu flashed before Qi Zhen and urgently asked.
"That's right, it should be him. I remember his aura. Qi Zhen, how did you become like this?" Hong Qing also swept forward, staring at Qi Zhen in utter shock and disbelief.
"Qi Zhen, where is your cultivation? How did it fall to the Heavenly Human Realm?"
Qiu Shan and Mu Han Shan stepped forward as well, their faces equally filled with shock as they looked at Qi Zhen.
"Qi Zhen greets the three Martial Uncles!"
Tears filled Qi Zhen's eyes as he weakly bowed down. At the sudden sight of fellow disciples, he could no longer hold himself back, and tears rolled down his face.
The three hurriedly supported him.
Qi Zhen was a disciple of Taichu Peak, though one without much standing. He was already advanced in age, and his cultivation had progressed slowly, so he had gone to the Ancient Realm as a patrol warden. By guarding it for a hundred years, he could earn some resources to aid his cultivation.
The three were not particularly close to him, but they were still Martial Uncles and nephew in the same sect. Seeing him in such a state so suddenly left them deeply shocked.
Lu Yuanchu might have been domineering, but for him to gather so many people under