Another three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.
"Xuantian," seated before them, was still dressed in white, his appearance unchanged in the slightest.
Yet as his cultivation had advanced, Song Qingming could now see through his own divine sense that the man before him possessed an Artifact Spirit Body, no longer as hazy and uncertain as he had been years ago.
Upon seeing Song Qingming and Xia Mo again, "Xuantian" wore a somewhat satisfied expression and nodded at them.
"I have spent so many years in this tower without finding suitable inheritors. I never expected to encounter the two of you at once this time. It truly caught me by surprise.
When you entered, you were together. It seems you have known each other for quite some time!"
"What Senior said is correct. Fellow Daoist Xia and I have been close friends for many years."
Seeing that "Xuantian" had recognized at a glance that they knew one another, Song Qingming did not conceal the matter and readily admitted it.
"However, when we left the tower back then, neither of us knew the other had met Senior. We only happened to learn of this not long ago.
I hope Senior will not take offense!"
"No matter! The reason I asked you to keep this place secret back then was merely for your safety, with no other intention.
Since you already knew each other, it saves me quite a bit of trouble. I need not entertain you separately."
With that, "Xuantian" rose and lightly waved his hand.
The scene before the three of them immediately changed, bringing them to the room where Song Qingming had received the cultivation art inheritance back then.
After bringing them here, "Xuantian" walked on his own to the bookshelf at the side, found a