Gazing at the endless, undulating wilderness of mountains ahead, Su Fan could not help feeling deeply moved.
Ever since joining the Guangfa Dao Sect, he had spent very little time at its mountain gate. Naturally, he had no deep feelings for the sect.
Aside from Martial Uncle Hong Ling, his confidante with whom he had shared intimate relations, only Senior Brother Hong Shang, that old friend, could be considered someone he truly trusted.
Su Fan drew in a deep breath of the crisp mountain air. His gaze suddenly sharpened, and his figure vanished from where he stood like a ghost.
The next moment, he had silently appeared before the mountain gate of the Guangfa Dao Sect.
Several disciples on guard before the gate suddenly saw a figure appear without warning. Thinking they had imagined it, they instinctively prepared to shout a reprimand.
Fortunately, one of them recognized Su Fan in time. He hurried forward and bowed deeply in salute.
"Disciple pays respects to Martial Ancestor Uncle Su Fan..."
Only then did the other disciples react. They hurried after him and respectfully knelt and bowed in salute.
Su Fan waved his hand, then smiled and nodded at the leading disciple before stepping through the mountain gate.
By the time he reached the main hall before the sect's principal peak, Sect Master Venerable Hao Ming, who had received the mountain-guarding disciples' report, and several other top figures of the sect had already been waiting there for quite some time.
Looking at the several elderly men across from him, whose auras were deep and solemn, Su Fan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Martial Uncle Hong Ling had once told him that all the late-Integration Stage cultivators of the Guangfa Dao Sect had already left the mountain to reinforce the Ganlun Realm.
Therefore, the identities