"Young master, you're finally back..."
Lu Lu's eyes blurred with tears as she approached one step at a time.
Even though he was standing right there, she still felt as if she were reaching out to a dream, afraid it was only an illusion that would shatter at her touch.
For ten years, she had imagined this moment countless times. Now that her dream had come true, she could hardly believe it.
"Jiang Yan..."
Ouyang Xiuyah gave the young man a long, deep look and drew in a sharp breath, forcing every emotion in her heart back down.
This is Jiang Yan? He's still alive!
"Hmm? His cultivation..."
Unlike the two women, who were overwhelmed with emotion, Xie and Yin were more focused on Jiang Yan's martial cultivation.
But no matter how they probed, all they saw was a fog. The man before them was like a dark starry sky, like a deep ocean—they couldn't see through him. Not at all.
The Extreme Realm!
The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
Ten years ago, Jiang Yan had mysteriously disappeared. Back then, he had only been at the Wén Realm.
Ten years later, he had crossed an entire major realm. It was truly hard to imagine.
"Now we've got someone to back us up."
An Extreme Realm martial artist was an absolute heavyweight in Nanyan Prefecture City. With Jiang Yan backing them, they naturally wouldn't have to go to the front lines at Qingqiu Mountain as cannon fodder.
"Everyone, the Sword-Holding Hall has issued an order. Why haven't you accepted it yet?"
"Please... don't make things difficult for us."
The leading male disciple's forehead was beaded with sweat, and his tone had grown far weaker than before.
Ever since that young man had suddenly appeared,