"Shouldn't you be happy about this?"
Ye Lin said with a smile. As your disciple, I've achieved so much now—shouldn't you be happy? Why are you still wearing that expression?
"Yes, I should be happy. Come on, let's take a look at how Nameless Mountain has changed over the years."
Taichu forced a smile. Then, under his lead, Ye Lin stepped into Nameless Mountain.
Ye Lin noticed that Nameless Mountain's sect-protecting formation had not changed. Logically speaking, whenever a new Sect Master took over, the sect-protecting formation would be altered.
The sect-protecting formation could only be controlled by the Sect Master and certain old members of Nameless Mountain, in case of unforeseen circumstances.
Yet now, the sect-protecting formation remained unchanged. This also confirmed what Taichu had told him back then: Nameless Mountain would always be his home.
Following Taichu through Nameless Mountain, he saw one youthful prodigy after another, their immature faces brimming with smiles.
There were also the disciples who had just joined Nameless Mountain, their excitement raw and genuine. Back when he had first entered Nameless Mountain, he too had worn that same expression.
"Your disciple is now an elder of Nameless Mountain, in charge of the War God Division. But that kid is far too carefree—he loafs around all day and has no talent for management."
"I heard he even has an adorable daughter, already sixteen years old. Aren't you going to see her?"
Taichu spoke casually as they walked.
Ye Lin's expression shifted in surprise. Good heavens, Taiyuan had a child? And she was already sixteen? Good heavens, that was far too fast—truly far too fast.
Had he already been gone from the Eastern Continent for sixteen years? Why had he not noticed?
"How long have I been gone?"
Ye Lin's mind stirred as he asked