"Master!"
As they looked at the familiar aged figure before them, their figures all froze for a moment. Then, joy and surprise flashed across their faces.
The Lord of Darkness, in particular, who had always shown herself with a cold and glamorous bearing, actually had tears surfacing in her eyes at this moment, the rims faintly reddening.
"Little Black, Bing Er, Devour Heaven. Seeing the state you are in now, your master can be at ease."
Seeing the disciples he had once regarded as his own children, Symbol Ancestor's emotions also stirred, and a look of relief surfaced in his eyes.
The cultivation of the Lord of Darkness and the others was nothing like before. Bing Er, the one with the greatest potential, had already fulfilled her talent and showed signs of surpassing her master.
More importantly, after ten thousand years, master and eight disciples had all gathered here. There was no outcome more perfect than this.
Relief welled in his heart. Symbol Ancestor's gaze fell on the Devouring Lord behind the others, and a familiar ripple flashed through his eyes.
Compared with the excitement of the Lord of Darkness and the others, the Devouring Lord's emotions were more restrained. As his gaze met Symbol Ancestor's, no words were spoken, yet all their feelings were understood in their hearts.
"Master."
Ying Huanhuan moved closer and stood gracefully before Symbol Ancestor, nostalgia also welling in her eyes.
The old man before her had practically raised her with his own hands and led her onto the path of cultivation. He was like both teacher and father, so those feelings were naturally extremely sincere.
"Bing Er..."
Looking at Ying Huanhuan's ice-blue long hair, Symbol Ancestor seemed to see the baby girl he had carried out from the glacier back then, and his gaze