Zhang Shuai was deeply grateful for Clan Chief Ao Yan's generous attitude and solemnly thanked him. "Senior Dragon Emperor, you have helped me in my time of need. Zhang Shuai will remember this kindness and repay it generously one day."
Ao Yan laughed heartily. "Little Friend Zhang, no need to stand on ceremony. I see that your cultivation has reached the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, and the Primordial Dao Fruit is within reach. Have Huang Ting arrange a secluded place for you. Cultivate there in peace." With that, he gestured for Huang Ting, who stood nearby, to make the arrangements.
After thanking Clan Chief Ao Yan once more, Zhang Shuai followed Huang Ting to an unnamed mountain shrouded in clouds and mist. The spiritual energy there was abundant, yet it was rarely visited by anyone—an ideal place for secluded cultivation.
Zhang Shuai carved out a simple cave abode atop the mountain and decided not to leave until he successfully broke through into the Primordial Saint realm.
Once everything had been arranged, only Zhang Shuai and Huang Ting remained in the cave abode.
Old friends reunited, and naturally, they had much to catch up on.
Huang Ting asked curiously, "Zhang Shuai, what exactly have you experienced since we parted all those years ago? Why did you alarm the entire Primordial World and even cause nineteen Saints to jointly issue a wanted order for you?"
Zhang Shuai did not hide anything and slowly recounted his experiences in the Primordial World.
He spoke of how he had entered the Primordial World-Severing Valley, how he had encountered Saints from all sides and Holy Lord Junhao, how he had become embroiled in a shocking struggle over key spiritual materials such as Soul-Suppressing Dragonwood and the Primordial Purple-Qi Lotus, which were needed to cultivate the