"Which one is..."
"!"
"Master?"
"Ah!"
"It's Master!"
"Wonderful!"
"It really is Master!"
"Master!"
"Are you all right?"
The instant Li Huayuan landed in the courtyard of the bamboo house where Xiao Zhen and his granddaughter had originally lived, Liu Jing, Song Meng, Wu Xuan, and Zhong Weiniang all sensed his presence and cried out in unison. They rushed out of their respective rooms and surrounded him to pay their respects.
When they saw that the newcomer really was Li Huayuan, Zhong Weiniang's eyes immediately reddened. She whimpered, barely stopping herself from throwing herself into his arms and bursting into tears.
"Ugh..."
"M-Master!"
But she still held herself back.
After all, Zhong Weiniang was now a graceful young woman. She could no longer act recklessly like she had as a child, casually running into her master's arms and acting spoiled.
"Oh?"
"Listen to you!"
"Could it be that you thought I was dead?"
Li Huayuan had just been about to cheerfully say something, but after seeing his disciples' reactions, he was rather displeased. He deliberately put on a stern face and rebuked them.
He could tell that his disciples genuinely cared about him, and the expressions on their faces came straight from the heart. This filled him with comfort, while also strengthening his resolve to introduce them to the Flame God Cult on Cuiping Mountain.
After all, they were family. And family had to stay together—to cultivate immortality together, eat at home together, live forever together, and cherish one another's feelings. Only then could one's thoughts remain clear!
Otherwise, if one cultivated alone until the end and had nothing left but everything abandoned, what joy could there be in immortality?
"Mm?"
"This person..."
"He must be Cui'er's grandfather, Fellow Daoist Xiao Zhen!"
"Right?"
At that moment, Li Huayuan spotted the