As more and more Tianzong gathered in the Ancient Immortal Realm, a familiar aura approached. Gu Yan and the other two turned to see Li Tiemu flying toward them astride a gourd.
Behind him were disciples and elders from the other abysses of the Great Dream Nine Abyss.
"Master."
The three immediately called out, suddenly feeling as though they had found their pillar of support.
In this vast Ancient Immortal Realm, even peerless prodigies like them felt lonely and isolated. After all, the people around them were also exceptional talents, accompanied by their elders and masters, freely displaying their might. They, on the other hand, had to tread carefully to avoid suffering an immediate loss.
"Mm, your Eldest Senior Brother told me how you were doing. You certainly haven't disappointed me."
Sensing the changes in his three beloved disciples' cultivation, Li Tiemu smiled in satisfaction. Compared to three years ago, all of them had made enormous strides. This time, they might well break into the top thousand.
After all, compared with the other Tianzong disciples, Li Tiemu felt that all Gu Yan and the others lacked was time.
Once all three had soul lifespans of over two thousand years, their talent would surely let them enter the top thousand with ease, or climb even higher. Gu Yan, in particular, might even fight his way into the top ten!
"Master, didn't Haotian come with you?"
Murong Qingwu glanced behind Li Tiemu, but found only empty space. She could not help asking.
Gu Yan and Yue Xi also rose onto their toes to look into the distance, but they did not see that familiar figure.
"I was wondering whether he might have gone to the border afterward and come here with you."
Hearing Murong Qingwu's question, Li Tiemu frowned slightly. He scanned