"Old Village Chief!"
"Hee-hee, Village Chief!"
The children's faces lit up with excitement the moment they saw Sikong Yan. They hopped and skipped about, no longer carrying any of their earlier nervousness.
Sikong Yan smiled gently. "Feizhen, Yan'er, take the little Sky-Roaring Worm somewhere else to play."
"Okay~"
"Chirp chirp~"
The beetle immediately spread its three wings. The children climbed onto its back with practiced ease, and it skimmed close to the ground, drawing delighted cries before flying off into the distance.
Before long, laughter and scolding drifted over from afar. Who knew whose household they had gone to wreak havoc on.
Chen Xun smiled helplessly. These children really were loud and boisterous, simple and pure.
Sikong Yan's expression turned solemn as he lowered his gaze. "May I ask what brings the two seniors here? This junior will tell you everything he knows."
"Moo?" A trace of surprise flickered in the Black Bull's eyes. This young junior had seen through their identities and intentions so quickly?
This man had clearly realized that they were neither the Sky-Roaring Worm's "Bujiang" nor messengers who had come to deliver word.
Sikong Yan kept his posture exceedingly humble, though his heart was filled with unease. The restrictions and grand formation of Fallen Spirit Dock were as good as nonexistent before these two seniors; they had not even been triggered.
Especially this Human Race senior. Though he stood right before him, Sikong Yan could not keep his face firmly fixed in his mind. If he did not stare at him for a long time, he would be seized by the surreal sensation that he would forget him the very next moment.
For an immortal cultivator with a photographic memory—especially after he had once beheld an Immortal's visage—this person's identity was practically ready to leap from