The two of them led their spirit steeds and suddenly turned around.
A weather-beaten man rose from a tavern by the street and came out to greet them.
Though he wore fine clothes, they clearly didn't fit him. Most strikingly, his right sleeve hung empty.
"Jiangling!"
"Brother Dong! Your arm..."
Li Ji'an and Zhang Tie Zhu arrived in front of the tavern. Zhang Tie Zhu's gaze fell on Dong Jiangling's right arm, and he cried out in shock.
"This... It's a long story. Sit down first!" Dong Jiangling ushered them into the tavern with one hand.
As the two of them studied Dong Jiangling, he studied them in turn.
Ten years had passed since they parted, and Dong Jiangling hadn't sent back a single letter. Zhang Tie Zhu had complained to Li Ji'an before, saying that once Dong Jiangling reached the Cultivation World, he'd forgotten all about them. What an ungrateful wretch.
The five of them had survived life and death in the Immortal Bestowed Dynasty before coming here. By rights, they should have been the closest people in the entire Cultivation World, the ones who understood one another best. They ought to have helped each other and stuck together for warmth.
But the five of them were different from ordinary people. Each had once been a peerless prodigy of the Immortal Bestowed Dynasty.
Their Root Bones had been exceptional in body cultivation, and they were also extraordinary in temperament and insight, each with a strong will of their own.
So even when faced with the unknown Cultivation World, they had all been full of fighting spirit.
Li Ji'an still remembered Dong Jiangling's attitude when he left. He'd been somewhat proud, hadn't thought much of Li Ji'an's prospects, and had tried to console him.
It was only natural, and it