The stone gate opened. Chen Jingjing, Zhang Rumeng, Bald Bird, and the others all turned to look as a figure in green robes slowly stepped out.
"Brother!"
"Brother Chen Fan!"
"Young Master!"
Chen Jingjing, Zhang Rumeng, and Big and Little Bai cried out in unison!
Chen Fan was surrounded by a powerful aura of Dao. Having just emerged from seclusion, he was still faintly wrapped in spiritual energy, and he looked like a mysterious sword immortal, his imposing presence spreading quietly around him.
What made everyone even more uneasy was the pair of unfathomably deep eyes beneath his clear, calm features. They seemed to contain a myriad of worlds, as if he could see through life, death, and reincarnation with a single glance. He was impossible to read.
"Golden Core Realm!" Big and Little Bai sensed the power Chen Fan exuded. Though they had been mentally prepared, seeing it with their own eyes still shocked them.
After all, they had never seen—or even heard of—a Golden Core Realm cultivator this young!
"How many days has Xian'er been gone?" This was the first thing Chen Fan asked after emerging from seclusion. His tone was placid.
"Brother, you..." Chen Jingjing's expression changed at once. She knew Chen Fan must have heard everything they had just said.
But she didn't want him to go out now. She hoped he wouldn't, because they all knew how terrifying the Ten Thousand Swords Sect was.
"Brother, you can't go!" Before Chen Fan could say anything more, Chen Jingjing immediately shook her head.
"That's right, Brother Chen Fan. This time, it's not just the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. Madam Fayin and the Immortal Sect are involved too. They're clearly trying to force you to go there. It's a trap with no way out." Zhang Rumeng also came