After the Tai Bai Peak Abode-Opening Ceremony, Yang Huai received a message from the Dragon Gate Mountain Immortal Abode.
"Looks like the Patriarch above had finally found a way to send word down. That couldn't have been easy..."
Inside the cave abode, Yang Huai could not help but grumble.
He had waited more than two hundred years for the Patriarch above to send back a message. Yet, thinking that it might concern how to break through to the Taiyi realm, anticipation still showed on his face.
He rose and left the Heavenly Gold Cave, making his way to the Dragon Gate Mountain Immortal Abode.
From afar, Yang Huai saw Dao Ningzi, the old geezer, smiling.
Over the past several centuries, Dao Ningzi had been riding the crest of success, his cultivation rising with the tide. When Yang Huai arrived, he personally led him into the immortal abode and dismissed everyone inside and out.
Seeing Yang Huai's questioning gaze, he did not beat around the bush. With a lift of his hand, he handed Yang Huai a jade slip.
"Martial Nephew Yang, this is what you wanted..."
Yang Huai took the jade slip and could not help asking, "Sect Leader Martial Uncle, why did it take so long to contact the Patriarch? Didn't you say you had a Martial Uncle ascend up there? Did something happen?"
Dao Ningzi glanced at him. "Nothing of the sort. Your Patriarch merely sought to be safe and sound, so he had that Martial Uncle of yours come back down again. The sect spent more than a century restoring his memories before bringing the message back!"
"Came back?"
Yang Huai immediately understood, and the corner of his mouth twitched. That Martial Uncle had truly suffered—after finally ascending, he had been cast back into the cycle of