"Teacher, how are you feeling?" Xiao Yan's face was pale, but the joy between his brows and in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Yao Chen's eyes were moist as he felt the warmth of his body, his heart filled with conflicting emotions.
After being ambushed by Han Feng and the Soul Hall, he had thought he was certain to die.
He had never imagined that, in just over twenty years, he would be able to revive once more.
Not only that, but his strength had advanced even further, reaching the legendary Dou Saint realm.
Although he had once been known as the continent's number-one Alchemist, those who understood the truth knew how much substance there really was behind that so-called "number one."
At most, he had merely been able to compete with the various forces openly operating on the continent for the title of number one. If he truly compared himself with the Ancient Emperor Clan, Yao Chen was still far behind.
Not to mention that within the Yao Clan he came from, Eighth-Grade Alchemists were everywhere, and there were even quite a few Ninth-Grade Alchemists.
Among them, the strongest, Yao Wanhuo and Yao Dan, had both reached the realm of Ninth-Grade Profound Pill Alchemists.
With his abilities, trying to seek justice for his parents was no different from a fool's dream.
Forget Yao Dan and Yao Wanhuo—even that old bastard Yao Wangui had been someone he could do nothing about.
But things were different now. He had successfully broken through to the Dou Saint realm.
Given enough time, he would surely be able to seek justice for his parents, as well as for himself, who had been framed all those years ago!
Meeting Xiao Yan's concerned gaze, Yao Chen was filled with comfort. He clapped his hands and