Speak of the devil.
Just as Qianyi was thinking about Jing Yuan, Jing Yuan appeared in the Penacony Grand Theater with Tingyun and Fu Xuan behind him. He then teased them in an easygoing tone, "Seven hundred years later, the Cloudy Five have reunited here. Never mind the lack of storytellers and poetry, but how can there not even be any wine?"
"Heh, you've become quite cheerful."
Blade looked at the brilliant smile on Jing Yuan's face, and his expression immediately turned even fouler.
"A joyous occasion is at hand. Why the long faces?"
Jing Yuan stopped and looked around at the three old friends before him, his face full of nostalgia. "Seven hundred years ago, we gathered like this too—talking, laughing, competing, full of youthful spirit as we dreamed of the future. The images of our elders back then still linger before my eyes, like a dream from last night. Yet I never imagined that dream could appear again today. How could I not be happy over such a wonderful thing?"
Of the current four members of the Cloudy Five, he was undoubtedly in the best mood.
They had already found a way to eliminate the Abundance Pest.
The plan to kill the Ancestor of Plague and Pestilence was already underway. Once the Xianzhou Alliance joined Qianyi in defeating the Wounded God Nanook, they could put it into action.
Without a doubt, the Xianzhou people's wish of countless years was about to be fulfilled.
His career was already so fulfilling, nearing its peak, while his personal life had somehow improved to an equally exhilarating degree.
The Luofu Xianzhou had originally been in a transitional phase. Aside from Jing Yuan, its second-strongest martial artist had actually been Yanqing, who had not even fully grown up. Yet because of Qianyi, Jingliu