"Everyone, disperse." The old saint who had spoken earlier waved his hand at the gathered disciples. He turned and walked a few steps toward Chen Xuan, lowering his voice. "The Holy Lord is waiting for you in the hall."
Chen Xuan nodded slightly and headed to the Holy Lord's main hall.
The hall was much dimmer than outside. Moonlight stones embedded in the vaulted ceiling gave off a cold, pale glow, stretching the shadows of several stone pillars across the floor.
The Holy Lord of Tianyuan Holy Land sat at the head of the hall. He was a lean-faced middle-aged man with a faint vertical line between his brows, a mark left behind by cultivating a special holy art.
When he saw Chen Xuan enter, he merely examined him carefully for a moment before slowly nodding. "Who would have thought that in less than a century, you would become an Ultimate Saint—and even become Ascension Sovereign's disciple."
"This disciple was merely a little luckier."
Chen Xuan stood still in the hall without taking a seat.
The Holy Lord asked, "How long will you be staying this time?"
"Three to five days," Chen Xuan said. "I came back to handle some personal matters."
"Good."
The Holy Lord said only that one word and asked nothing further.
If Tianyuan Holy Land could gain another Ultimate Saint, that would naturally be a wonderful thing. But he also knew that the holy land could not keep Chen Xuan.
After all, Chen Xuan had not spent much time in the holy land. In such a short time, it was impossible for him to have formed any deep attachment.
If Chen Xuan wished to leave, he had no ability to stop him.
After exchanging a few words,
Chen Xuan left the Holy Lord's main hall.
Over