Venerable Guiyuan felt like he'd just woken up.
Before he'd been trapped in the box, he had been the founding patriarch of the Ask Dao Sect, the oldest of its ancestors.
So how had his seniority gone down after he came out?
And where had the Prehistoric Daoist come from?
"Wait, don't I remember Patriarch Prehistoric dying? I go burn incense at his grave every year. And his appearance and cultivation don't match at all!" Venerable Guiyuan had a bellyful of questions.
He'd originally been feeling melancholy, saying there was no one left in the Ask Dao Sect whom he knew. But now, would you look at that—the founding patriarch had shown up too. How could he spare a thought for melancholy?
"Patriarch Prehistoric faked his death. He only woke up recently, and for special reasons, someone hunted him down. He had no choice but to disperse his cultivation and start over to evade pursuit." As the first person to discover the Prehistoric Daoist, Lu Yang explained.
"Hello, I'm Qi Tongtian." The Prehistoric Daoist greeted him with disarming honesty. Venerable Guiyuan's statue was still displayed in the sect's main hall, so everyone knew who he was without needing an introduction.
"Greetings, Patriarch Prehistoric. My name is Wang Daoyi. You can just call me Little Wang from now on." Though Venerable Guiyuan liked to show off and challenge the strong, and acted without considering the consequences, he was still a cultivator who understood etiquette.
"I heard you'd been missing for eighty thousand years. Where did you go?" The Prehistoric Daoist was quite curious about Venerable Guiyuan's story. After all, he was the one who had truly elevated the Ask Dao Sect from an ordinary sect into one of the Five Great Immortal Sects.
"Uh..." Venerable Guiyuan felt that barging into a