Jiang Wang's efforts to find his way home from the Demon Realm needed no further recounting.
He had imagined countless times how he would pave the road home.
But every time he had only just begun, he was interrupted.
Nearly half a year of exile in the Demon Realm had stretched so long it felt as though he had already lived half a lifetime. He had tried every possible method, yet had never once touched a genuine hope.
Until this moment, beneath Xingnian's supreme Supernatural Power, he truly saw the ferry that could take him home!
How could he not be excited?
During this wait to return home, he had already thought of many ways to begin—how he ought to greet Senior Uncle Xingnian.
If Senior Uncle Xingnian asked, "Senior uncle? By what relation do you call me that?"
First, he would have to explain that all Buddhist Sect temples under heaven were one family. He was an honored guest of the Hanging Temple; surely Mount Sumeru could not be inhospitable?
Did he know Master Kujue? Kujue was his junior; perhaps he was unfamiliar with him. No matter—tracing the Hanging Temple back further, there was also Master Guanyan, number one in comprehension over five hundred years!
By generation names, the Hanging Temple's "Guan" generation corresponded to Mount Sumeru's "De" generation.
As the saying went: "Liao, Xuan, Qing, Ji, De, Ming, Xing; Zhao, Yong, Pu, Zhen, Ji Shi Yuan."
He had remembered Mount Sumeru's generation names correctly, hadn't he?
Then Senior Guanyan was even his grandmaster-uncle.
Master Guanyan had a wife—yes, the old master had returned to secular life—and Jiang Wang called her Granny. By that seniority, he ought to call him Senior Brother.
But he was so virtuous and esteemed, so ancient in years—how could Jiang Wang dare place himself