Venerable Feng, Feng Xian, had spent all these years traveling far and wide, searching tirelessly for Yao Chen.
Today, he finally received reliable news from the guards: Yao Chen had returned to Star Fall Pavilion and was now in the pavilion master's room.
Feng Xian was overcome with excitement at the news. His usually composed mind was instantly thrown into turmoil, and his eyes shone with irrepressible delight.
He moved like the wind, racing toward Star Fall Pavilion without a second thought.
Along the way, Feng Xian's heart pounded faster and faster, and countless thoughts churned through his mind.
He remembered all the moments he and Yao Chen had shared—the days they fought side by side, the times they tested one another's skills, and the deep friendship they had shown in supporting each other through hardship.
At last, Feng Xian reached the door of the Star Fall Pavilion master's room.
His hand trembled slightly as he knocked urgently.
"Thump, thump, thump!" The knocks were hurried and forceful, as if voicing Feng Xian's eagerness and longing.
Hearing the familiar yet urgent knocking, Yao Chen felt his own heart stir.
He slowly rose to his feet, his eyes filled with excitement as well.
The moment the door opened, Feng Xian's gaze immediately locked onto Yao Chen.
Their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still.
"Old Yao! Is it really you?"
Feng Xian's voice trembled slightly, brimming with years of longing and concern.
Yao Chen's eyes instantly welled with tears. He opened his mouth, but for a moment, he didn't know what to say. All he could do was nod firmly.
Feng Xian strode forward and gripped Yao Chen's arms tightly, looking him up and down as though afraid he might be nothing more than an illusion.
Although Yao Chen's appearance had