A Stroke of Luck Was Still Luck, Xuandu's Thoughts, the Great Xia Dragon Guards Arrive, and the Whole Crowd Is Stunned

Inside the ruined temple.

Xuandu listened as this young man of the Human Race told him many things.

He could not tell whether the young man was pouring out his heart because his ambitions had gone unfulfilled, or whether he truly harbored grand aspirations.

The young man spoke of all the practical things he would do for Great Xia if he ever became a high-ranking official, the changes he would make, and the many plans he had in mind.

It was as if his heart held more ideas and ambitions than he could count.

It gave Xuandu a familiar feeling.

Almost as though...

He was a little like Senior Brother Qingyuan.

Great Master Xuandu gazed at the young man speaking without pause. His eyes grew distant, and he seemed to return in an instant to the days in the Kunlun Mountains, before the Three Sects had parted ways.

Back then, Senior Brother Qingyuan had overseen the Three Sects and established the Kunlun Immortal Market. The Immortals of each sect had performed their own duties, helping the market flourish.

Back then, Xuandu had felt that all he needed to do was follow Senior Brother Qingyuan.

Life had been full of lofty ideals and ambitions to pursue, and there had been so very much he could do.

Later, Martial Uncle Tongtian had gone to the East Sea, and they had gone to the East Sea Coast.

The Three Sects had parted ways.

Life had not only returned to its old quiet rhythm; it had also grown a little more tedious.

It was not until he met this young man today that Xuandu once again sensed something strangely familiar about someone.

Perhaps it was simply his intuition telling him that the young man resembled Senior Brother Qingyuan in some way.

"What's wrong?"

Ji