"Thanks to Senior's blessings, Father has been doing fairly well. We also ran into a horde of demon beasts and fled here in blind panic. I never expected to run into you all here." Fu Jiaojiao smiled bitterly, her peripheral vision continually sizing up Lu Xiaotian. She had never imagined that after several decades apart, Lu Xiaotian had already become a Golden Core cultivator. From the looks of it, his standing among these Golden Core cultivators was not low either.
"I see. The few of us are heading back to Azure City. If you wish to return, come with us," Lu Xiaotian said with a nod.
"Thank you, Senior." The seven or eight Foundation Establishment cultivators from Tianxin Pavilion were immediately overjoyed. Yet inwardly, they were muttering to themselves. This Golden Core senior, who looked the youngest, could make the decision with a single word and take along weak burdens like them. It seemed his status among the group was even higher than they had imagined. They had encountered several waves of demon beasts in succession and did not even know how they had escaped all those perils to reach this place. They had been walking on eggshells because of their present predicament, never expecting to encounter this group of Golden Core cultivators—one of whom even had some connection with Fu Jiaojiao. Naturally, they were beside themselves with joy.
"Hehe, after spending years in this cursed place, we can finally head back into the city and rest for a few days." Mo Wentian stretched lazily, looking as though a great weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"Years?" The Tianxin Pavilion Foundation Establishment cultivators were horrified. Whenever they left Azure City, they generally had to return once every month or two. There were far too many demon beasts on East