Heavenly Peak Plain.
Outside Kunlun Immortal Market.
Many great cultivators flew away from the Immortal Market, while the Three Sects Disciples packed up the exhibition displays and tallied the data amid lively clamor.
Yet within this surging crowd.
Zhen Yuanzi felt as though there was no one left beside him.
Only.
Before his eyes.
That close friend who seemed to have accompanied him for countless years!
The more he thought about it.
The more stifled and despondent he felt.
Back then, if he had managed to persuade his close friend not to leave Kunlun Mountains, would the tragedies that followed never have happened?
"There is no more Hong Yun in this world."
Yun Zhongzi's emotions were complicated. He shook his head. "I am Yun Zhongzi, not Ancestor Hong Yun. Senior, you have mistaken me for someone else."
"There is no more Hong Yun in this world..."
Zhen Yuanzi repeated those words with mixed feelings.
In the blink of an eye.
He seemed somewhat relieved and asked, "Fellow Daoist Yun Zhongzi, I have always enjoyed discussing the Dao. If you are free someday, would you be willing to sit with me and discuss the Dao, sample the immortal delicacies of the mountains and wilderness, and taste the Ginseng Fruit at my Wuzhuang Temple?"
"Since Senior Zhen Yuanzi thinks so highly of this junior, I naturally dare not refuse!"
Yun Zhongzi nodded.
Although his expression was calm, his faintly trembling fingers showed that his heart was anything but calm.
Though Qingyuan was curious why the two recognized each other yet did not acknowledge it.
He did not interrupt them.
He pulled Wuzhiqi aside to chat and guided him on how he should break through to the Golden Immortal Realm next.
"Good heavens, Second Senior Brother cultivates incredibly fast. How many years has