Memories of the Past

"Ancestor Shuang Han, if not for you, this fragment of Mu En's soul would have long vanished into the river of time. I spent many years recuperating in the God Realm before I could remold my body and regain some of my strength. But in the end, I owe you my life."

"Back then, you had the God Realm escort my remnant soul and allowed me to recuperate there. Now that the God Realm has been lost, I, Mu En, descended to the lower realm to complete my unfinished mission and repay the karmic debt from those days." His tone gradually sank, and his gaze grew increasingly solemn.

"He is right. Ancestor Shuang Han, myself included—if not for you back then, I, Long Xiaoyao, would likely have become dust long ago. I was on the verge of death then, and it was you... who single-handedly turned the tide and pulled me back from the abyss of death. I, Long Xiaoyao, have remembered this kindness to this day!" His voice was low, yet filled with reverence.

"Ah, since that is the case, I will not refuse. By the way, even if I tell you otherwise, I suppose you will still call me Ancestor, so just call me that. But I am also used to calling you Seniors." Wu Yang Jin fell silent for a moment before finally sighing.

"Forms of address are yours to decide." The two rose to their feet at the same time and spoke respectfully.

Meanwhile, Zhang Lexuan had been quietly watching Wu Yang Jin, her gaze gentle as water and carrying a trace of gratification and sentiment. She had not spoken for a long time, as though she were confirming whether the person before her had truly returned.

"Lexuan... Senior Sister." Noticing her gaze, Wu Yang