"Junior Brother Taiheng?"
The man's expression changed drastically when he saw Taiheng before him.
"Senior Brother Wang Du, you... how did you...?"
Looking at Wang Du before him, Taiheng, who had originally been delighted, suddenly went pale with shock. He could not see through Xiyue's cultivation, but why could he not see through his senior brother's cultivation either?
Although Wang Du was his senior brother, his cultivation had always been inferior to his own. How was it that he could no longer see through Wang Du's cultivation now?
There were only two possibilities when one could not see through another's cultivation. The first was that the other party's cultivation was higher than one's own; the second was that the other party possessed a secret treasure capable of concealing their aura.
But Taiheng dismissed the second possibility at a glance.
"Junior Brother Taiheng, weren't you dead?"
Yet in the next instant, Wang Du's words left Taiheng standing there dumbly, at a complete loss. Recalling Xiyue's strange behavior earlier, certain thoughts began to form in his heart.
"Senior Brother, how long has it been from the time I disappeared until now?"
"A hundred years have already passed. Martial Uncle said you were dead. How are you now...?"
Wang Du scratched his head, clearly unable to accept it.
"A hundred years... a hundred years. What exactly happened during those hundred years? Senior Brother, tell me—what happened to Lotus Sacred Land?"
Taiheng suddenly lost control. He seized Wang Du by the shoulders, his eyes bloodshot.
Why was it that, in that courtyard, he had felt only ten months had passed? Why had a hundred years gone by the moment he came out?
What were his master and Xiyue hiding from him? He increasingly felt that something was terribly wrong.
"Junior Brother, calm down, calm