Psychological support, anyone? I feel awful! Liu Haizhu and Yuan Hua make their Primordial Era debuts!

On the shore of the East Sea, space split open.

Two streaks of light shot past like meteors chasing the moon, kicking up a fierce gale.

"Slow down! Slow down!"

Daoist Ci Hang was being dragged along by Zhao Gongming, who had a death grip on his arm. The wind had blown his hair into disarray, and he angrily slapped at Zhao Gongming's hand.

"Zhao Gongming, let go! You're pulling my hair!"

"You're going to rip my scalp off!"

Zhao Gongming paid him no mind and continued racing ahead at breakneck speed.

Only after they had rushed into the territory of the Human Ancestral Land did he suddenly slam on the brakes and let out a long breath.

"Phew... We're safe."

Zhao Gongming patted his chest, looking as though he had narrowly escaped disaster.

As Cihang tidied his mussed hair, he rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Was that really necessary? You ran like you were trying to beat the Grim Reaper to the afterlife."

"Your master may be angry, but he wouldn't actually do anything to you, would he?"

Zhao Gongming pursed his lips and gave him a look that said, You're too young to understand.

"What would you know?"

"My master's probably sick and tired of the other Saints making fun of the magical treasures I crafted."

"If I didn't run, I'd be stuck there as his punching bag. I'd definitely be the one getting beaten!"

At that, Cihang couldn't help chuckling and teasing him.

"Well, well. So even Zhao, who fears neither Heaven nor Earth, has things he's afraid of?"

Just as the two were bickering,

Suiren Shi, one of the Three Ancestors of the Human Race, sensed their presence and came over, utterly bewildered.

"Senior Zhao, why have you come back again?"

Then Suiren Shi noticed Cihang