Xiao Ze had been weaving through the city for about ten minutes when he arrived at its center.
There stood a sprawling estate with a vast pavilion.
The Ancient Clan had set it aside as a resting place for outsiders. Since the Ancient Realm would not open for another three days, Xiao Ze could only spend that time here.
Just as Xiao Ze entered the estate, inside the Ancient Realm, on a mist-shrouded mountain peak—
A woman in a pale green dress sat cross-legged amid the dense clouds. As the mist billowed around her, she looked like an ethereal fairy, radiating an otherworldly, captivating grace.
Just then, an elderly figure appeared silently and reported respectfully, "Miss, Young Master Xiao Ze has arrived in Ancient Saint City."
As soon as he spoke, the space before them rippled faintly, and the woman in the pale green dress appeared in front of the old man.
Her breathtakingly beautiful face held the faintest smile, making the surrounding scenery seem dim by comparison. And who else could she be but Xun'er?
She asked softly, "Elder Ling, how has he been?"
Elder Ling sighed, his voice filled with wonder. "Young Master Xiao Ze is incredibly powerful now. The pressure he gives off is something this old man has only ever felt from the clan's grand elders."
Back when he first paid attention to Xiao Ze, the boy had only just embarked on the path of cultivation.
He never imagined that after only a few years apart, Xiao Ze would become so powerful. It was truly astonishing.
Xun'er smiled, joy hidden in her eyes.
She had devoted these years to secluded cultivation and rarely heard news from the outside world, yet she had always believed Xiao Ze would become a top expert.
Now, it seemed things had