"Several years have passed since we last met, yet the Holy Son's bearing remains as impressive as ever..."
"Martial Uncle Wei Yi has grown ever more valiant and vigorous, full of youthful spirit."
Old Wei Yi smiled kindly, while the Sacred Body's reply was flawless.
"Alright, enough of this poor old man and young man flattering each other."
Grandmother Yao had always treated Ye Fan well, as if he were her own son, and spoke to him quite casually. "Brat Ye, without you around, no one of the younger generation in the Eastern Wasteland can keep the others in check."
"The title of foremost among those who have severed the Dao will probably fall into someone else's hands. When are you going out for a stroll and taking the wind out of those brats' sails...?"
Six or seven years had passed since their parting. The situation in the Eastern Wasteland—or perhaps in the Big Dipper as a whole—had changed drastically.
The Central Emperor, Northern Emperor, Eastern Saint, Southern Demon, and Western Bodhisattva—these five peerless geniuses who stood at the pinnacle of the Five Regions, the leading figures of their respective lands, possessed talents so exceptional that their divine radiance illuminated both past and present.
Among them, the Northern Emperor had been slain by the Eastern Saint, who later departed for the outer realms.
Of course, in the eyes of the outside world, Eastern Saint Ye Fan was suspected to have entered seclusion and had vanished without a trace.
To this day, only the Central Emperor, Southern Demon, and Western Bodhisattva remained active in public.
Several years ago, the three peerless geniuses had announced their successful Dao severance almost simultaneously, stepping into the Immortal Three realm in one stroke and earning the title of King, shaking more than half of the