The moment Fang Chen finished speaking, Saint Ziwei arrived before him with more than a thousand people. Saint Ziwei bowed and said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, it's been a long time!"
Fang Chen broke into a bright smile at the sight of Saint Ziwei. Back on the Sacred Land, Saint Ziwei had followed the Glazed Sword Sect's people closely with several hundred Saints from the moment they disembarked. In the end, Fang Chen had brought every last one of them back.
Back then, Fang Chen had been unstoppable on the Sacred Land. He had even beaten the Devil Race until they cried for their fathers and mothers.
This time, Saint Ziwei's group wanted to follow Fang Chen again. They had absolute faith in both his strength and the way he handled things.
Fang Chen nodded to Saint Ziwei. "Fellow Daoist Ziwei, it's been a long time!"
Saint Ziwei said, "Fellow Daoist Fang Chen, we're just a ragtag band. Would it be all right if we followed you?"
"Hahaha! Of course it would. Welcome, welcome!"
Fang Chen smiled at Saint Ziwei and the others.
Soon, the people from the Qiankun Holy Land and the Star Sect came over as well. Fang Chen was fairly familiar with both groups.
The Qiankun Holy Land's contingent was led by the Heavenly Seal Saint, while the Star Sect's was led by Saint Chenwu.
Saint Chenwu had also led the Star Sect's contingent to the Sacred Land years ago. There, the Devil Race had hunted them down. If they had not been lucky enough to run into Fang Chen, they would surely have died.
So when they heard about the expedition to the Elf Continent to resist the Devil Race, Saint Chenwu and the others had volunteered at once. Since returning from the Sacred Land, they