Song Yiren stepped forward in a few strides, reached out and lightly patted his shoulder. Seeing that though his beard and hair were entirely white, he remained vigorous and hale, Song Yiren could not help but smile.
"You brat, after cultivating on the mountain all these years, you've only grown more spirited!"
Jiang Ziya cupped his hands in salute, warmth welling up in his heart. "Thank you, Big Brother. After all these years, you still remembered me and looked after my residence."
"Hey, what are you saying!"
Song Yiren waved his hand, full of boldness. "You're my sworn brother. If I don't care for you, who will I care for?
"Look at this house. It's still just as it was when you left back then. I never let the servants touch your things carelessly. I've always kept it for you."
With the wealth of a merchant from Zhaoge, looking after an old residence was no more than a trivial matter to him.
Song Yiren looked around, then suddenly slapped his forehead and lowered his voice with a grin.
"Hey, Ziya, after cultivating immortality and seeking the Dao for so many years, didn't you meet a suitable Dao Companion and bring her back for your Big Brother to see?
"You're already this old and still all alone. Your Big Brother is truly worried for you."
Jiang Ziya froze at those words, and embarrassment and a bitter smile immediately appeared on his face.
On Kunlun's Immortal Mountain, where would there be any ordinary Dao Companions?
His fellow disciples all had profound foundations, and quite a few had already reached the level of Grand Luo Golden Immortals, lofty and exalted. The rest were mostly mountain spirits, spiritual birds, and strange beasts. As an old cultivator who had only just descended the mountain and