Wang Xuan was not always in seclusion. His true forms or avatars would also walk the Human World, experiencing the dazzling splendor of this rare grand age.
Fifteen thousand years had passed. Among the recent epochs, this truly counted as an era of enduring prosperity and lasting flourishing.
There was no need to think too much about it. Many familiar friends had grown up and broken through their barriers long ago. Jiang Qingyao, for instance, had stepped into the Saint Domain ages ago.
"I was thinking, when I underwent tribulation to become a saint, I owed Little Wang a karmic debt of gratitude. When the calamity descended, he directly erased it for me. Has that debt really been wiped clean?" Sect Master Zhang muttered to himself.
"Could those accounts be recorded somewhere in the unseen, to be repaid someday? Could it be like our vows involving the Supernatural Old Covenant and the Mythological New Covenant back on Old Earth, all accumulating until the future? If so, wouldn't I have to work like an ox and horse for Little Wang? Saint Yan, what do you think?" Old Zhang asked.
At once, Yan Mingcheng and Demon Lord Yan Qingyan both looked over. The former did not think much of it. What was wrong with owing a debt to his godson and half-adopted son-in-law?
Yan Qingyan, meanwhile, shot Old Zhang a fierce glare. He really knew which pot not to lift! She had been suppressed by her wicked little brother all her life, and he still had to bring this up!
Wang Xuan truly had quite a few true forms and avatars. Thus, over all these years, he had not actually vanished from the Human World. At the very least, he still gathered and met with old acquaintances from time to time.
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