Jiang Jixiu stood among them, shock filling his eyes. He no longer knew how many years it had been since he had revealed such an expression.
His Dao heart wavered. Cupping his hands, he said in a deep voice, "Senior Ji..."
The moment those words fell, the expressions of the Ji Clan Immortals changed wildly. This man was an Immortal of their Ji Clan?!
But why was there not the slightest record of him? As a Peak Immortal, how had he survived until now?!
Even now, the Ji Clan had no idea who this man was or where he had emerged from. Yet Jiang Jixiu could speak with him, so naturally no one doubted his words.
They did not even dare speak now. This Human Race senior's aura was far too ancient. He was absolutely not of the Human Race of this era. Even the Ji Clan members bound to him by blood felt only utter unfamiliarity.
The other Immortals lowered their brows slightly, their hearts equally turbulent. They did not dare speculate further over which ancient powerhouse of the Ji Clan he might be. Immortals could not speak recklessly.
Yet to outsiders, these Human Race Immortals looked calmer than the last, making it impossible to guess what they were thinking.
Ji Kun glanced at them faintly and said calmly, "There is no need for us to know each other."
He said only that one sentence, without a single profound word.
Nor did he blame the Human Race Immortals as he had while speaking to himself earlier, adding something like, I am actually very disappointed in you all, before putting on the airs of an old ancestor... welcoming the reverence of hundreds of millions of Human Race cultivators.
Ji Kun said nothing more and explained nothing. Just as before Chen