After several years, Xiao Wujiu returned to Dao Sect. From the outside, it had not changed much from before.
Ten-Thousand-Blade Mountain still exuded an ancient aura, while the enormous sect-protecting formation operated day and night, sheltering the colossal force within—Dao Sect, one of the Eight Great Super Sects of the Eastern Xuan Region!
"I wonder how Lin Dong has been doing after all this time?"
Standing outside Dao Sect's protective formation, Xiao Wujiu closed his eyes. Powerful Spiritual Power radiated from him and, almost instantly, seeped through the sect-protecting formation, silently searching for that familiar aura.
"Hmm... He isn't inside Dao Sect?"
He was not surprised that he could not sense Lin Dong's aura. Lin Dong had probably gone out on a mission. Then, a token appeared in his hand. Ying Xuanzi had given it to him back then, and it allowed him to pass directly through Dao Sect's formation.
However, just as he entered Dao Sect, he sensed another familiar aura.
This familiarity differed from his familiarity with Lin Dong's aura. Within this familiar aura was a faint, inexplicable sense of connection, like the one between him and Mu Lingshan.
"The Ancestral Ice Talisman?" If it concerned an Ancestral Talisman, then among the three Ancestral Talismans on him, only the Ancestral Ice Talisman fit.
And the person connected to the Ancestral Ice Talisman was naturally...
"Xiao Wujiu?"
"Your aura is really strange. I wasn't wrong last time after all—there's... something about you that feels inexplicably familiar to me?" A hesitant female voice sounded behind Xiao Wujiu, carrying a hint of curiosity.
He turned around and found that it was indeed Ying Huanhuan. It could only have been her. After all, he had entered while concealing his aura; even Ying Xuanzi might not have discovered him. Only Ying Huanhuan, who