Jiang Ding returned to the Immortal Sect, once more entering solar orbit, a faint look of nostalgia appearing on his face.
Over his many years of cultivation, he had cultivated in many places: the Northern Plains, the Thunderflame Domain, the Colorful Divine Light Domain, the Spirit-Sealing Forbidden Domain. Many places had been wonderful, exceptionally beautiful.
But if there was one place most suited to be called home, it was the place before him.
"Sword Heir!"
Within the Great Sun Celestial Pool, Yue flew over with a series of thumps, her sparkling eyes fixed on the Great Sun Sword Heir, brimming with anticipation.
The last time she had seen the Great Sun Sword Heir, he had promised that when he next came to the Great Sun Celestial Pool, he would raise her into a Celestial Being-tier inherited heavy treasure.
"Yue."
"You really have no conscience."
Jiang Ding curled his lip. "I've been gone for so many years, yet you didn't even pretend to ask after me—whether I'd been doing well, whether things had been good for me, and so on."
"Are you still a good spirit?"
He sounded rather dissatisfied.
"Hehe!"
"What is there to ask?"
"Sword Heir, since you're still alive and haven't been beaten to death, you must have been doing very well and living very happily."
Yue was unconcerned, even disdainful.
"Likewise—"
"Since you haven't been beaten to death either, you must be very rich!"
Yue's eyes gleamed as she shouted.
She was making it abundantly clear: no excuses, brat, and don't you dare forget your previous promise.
As a practical Array Spirit, she had spent these tens of thousands of years living meekly and submissively. Whenever she saw someone, she would bow and scrape, speak gently and kindly, and act incomparably tender, without the slightest temper. Whoever