"Master!"
Yang Chen's soft voice rang out as he gazed at the young man before him, whose appearance had remained unchanged, just as it had in Huaxia.
Liu Feng gazed deeply at Yang Chen as well, a smile on his face.
"You really did it."
Liu Feng looked at Yang Chen with gratification. Back then, he and the other four Saints had self-destructed in order to safeguard the stability of the Immortal Realm.
Though they had ultimately failed.
But it did not matter. Yang Chen had succeeded.
And now, Yang Chen had brought them all back to life.
Everything had become so perfect.
Yang Chen smiled, his eyes filled with reluctance.
"Master, I'll be leaving first."
"Leaving? Where to?"
Liu Feng was clearly stunned.
He looked at Yang Chen and suddenly realized that this white-robed young man before him seemed to carry a faint ripple that even he could not see through.
As though he had become an entirely different person.
Yang Chen smiled.
"There are still some matters left unresolved. Naturally, I have to go settle them."
Yang Chen's voice was very soft.
Liu Feng looked at Yang Chen solemnly, then let out a sigh.
"You've grown up too. Since you have made up your mind about certain things, then go and do them."
"But remember, behind you, there will always be us."
As Liu Feng spoke, it was just like in Huaxia back then—he stood before Yang Chen, sheltering him from wind and rain.
But now, it was clear that he could no longer do so.
Yang Chen paused, then smiled.
"Master, would you be willing to return to Huaxia with me?"
"Huaxia?"
Liu Feng froze, then a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Then let us return."
The two exchanged a smile.
Huaxia.
Over this long span