This time, Chen Xun did not pay Little Wuhen any mind.
He merely looked at Yu Xuan with bright, piercing eyes. Over these past hundred years, she had said nothing more, simply quietly taking in the scenery along the way without using the slightest bit of magic power.
That lad Yun Xihan had once told him that when the clan elders returned, they had still been deeply fearful of this female venerable one's Heaven-and-Earth Manifestation. Facing two opponents alone without falling into disadvantage, she had been exceptionally fierce.
Yu Xuan smiled softly, her smile calm and relieved. Her gaze turned toward the end of the mountain spring. "Before coming, I had already decided to go. I also promised my master, so I came to see you this time not to force you into doing anything."
"What I said earlier was merely what I had thought when I asked you to come back then. It is not what I think now."
"Besides, our promise has already been fulfilled over these hundred years."
Yu Xuan suddenly turned and met Chen Xun's forceful gaze. "Moreover, I have been touched by quite a bit of your immortal aura along the way, blessed by good fortune."
"Heh." Chen Xun snorted. Yu Xuan had never been serious.
"Say a proper farewell." Yu Xuan slowly rose, her eyes retaining the same carefree ease she had worn upon arriving. "Perhaps I might have the makings of an Immortal someday. If this disciple is no good, then I can only count on myself."
"Haha..." Chen Xun suddenly burst into laughter. He set down his clothes and rose as well. "If Brother Ye Han heard that, he would surely be unable to sit or stand at ease."
A trace of disdain appeared in Yu Xuan's eyes. She was still bitter