As he was about to reach the back mountain, Meng Changyun was stopped.
"Martial Grand-Uncle, the Sect Leader requests that you make your way to the sect's main hall."
A fiery crimson finch fluttered over and spoke respectfully.
Meng Changyun was taken aback. "The Sect Leader already knows I've returned?"
Then he instructed, "Go back and tell the Sect Leader that after I pay my respects to Master, I will naturally go see him."
Throughout the years, whenever he returned from a journey, he would always pay his respects to his master first thing.
This habit had endured from his youth until now.
Even though he had already become a World King Realm figure, it had never changed.
"Martial Grand-Uncle, the Sect Leader said you must go immediately."
The crimson finch spoke in a low voice.
Meng Changyun frowned, sensing that something was amiss. "Could something have happened to the sect?"
The crimson finch shook its head. "This disciple does not know."
Meng Changyun snorted coldly and headed straight for the back mountain.
"Martial Grand-Uncle..."
The crimson finch froze, about to say something.
A dignified voice had already rung out:
"Martial Uncle Meng, please stay!"
Meng Changyun abruptly turned his head and saw a group of figures sweeping over from the distant sky.
At their head was a middle-aged man clad in violet robes.
It was none other than Wen Zhixin, the Sect Leader of the Transformation Sun Dao Court!
Behind Wen Zhixin stood more than ten elders.
They had clearly hurried here in great haste.
Meng Changyun felt that something was increasingly wrong.
His expression remained unchanged as he said, "Nephew, I've only just returned to the sect, yet you've brought so many people to welcome me. Isn't this display a little too grand?"
Sect Leader Wen Zhixin wore