Inside the great hall, Su Mo sat upright in the seat of honor, while more than a hundred people sat on either side below.
"First, let me introduce someone to you. This is my disciple, Mei Xinchi. She is still young, probably about the same age as Xiao Mo!" Su Mo swept his gaze over the crowd, then pointed to Chi'er seated below and introduced her to everyone.
He had noticed that many people were looking at her strangely, especially Mu Li, whose gaze was fixed on Chi'er and whose expression was somewhat dejected, as though he had found another Dao companion.
Therefore, he felt it necessary to explain.
"Chi'er greets all the seniors!" Hearing this, Chi'er hurriedly rose to her feet and clasped her fists in salute to everyone, appearing exceptionally well-behaved.
"Not bad!" Everyone examined her and nodded. Although they could not see what was extraordinary about Chi'er, anyone whom Su Mo took as a disciple would become a genius even if they had once been useless.
Sure enough, once Su Mo said this, Mu Li's expression and the expressions of many others eased considerably.
"Where is Xiao Mo? And Xi'er and Xiaoxiao?" Su Mo asked. Quite a few people were missing.
"Mo'er, they all went to the Divine Realm!" Su Hong said.
"What?"
Su Mo's heart jolted, and he hurriedly asked, "When did they go?"
"Seven years ago. Xiao Mo, Xi'er, Xiaoxiao, Di Shi, Hai Mingjiang, and the others—a group of ten of them—went together." After saying this, Su Hong hurriedly asked, "Did you not meet them in the Divine Realm?"
"No!" Su Mo shook his head, worry rising in his heart. Could Xi'er, Xiao Mo, and the others have met with trouble in the Divine Realm? If they had fallen into Di Yihun's hands, it would