Within Primordial Academy.
The elders stepped forward, calling for their disciples to fight Fushi Sect and reclaim their honor!
But it was already somewhat too late. The Primordial Academy disciples looked dispirited, each in worse shape than the last. Who dared face that Futian?
You would not go, he would not go—was I supposed to go?!
Beneath a long pavilion.
The many female disciples there chattered away, their every word revolving around Futian.
Gu Qingyan remained tranquil and said nothing. She merely gazed for a long time at the man high in the heavens, a faint, gentle smile spilling across her lips.
She was of the Fortune Clan and could observe the vital aura of living beings.
Chi Hao was far too weak. He could not possibly be Futian.
So this is what you looked like... Gu Qingyan murmured inwardly. She remembered those narrow eyes with exceptional clarity, as though they concealed countless stories no one could decipher.
Though his features were not so breathtaking as to make one unforgettable.
They were refined and clean... One glance at him brought a sense of peace and comfort, without the slightest trace of ill intent.
Gu Qingyan slowly rose and quietly left.
Above the firmament.
Chen Xun's gaze narrowed slightly, and he left as well.
He had come here for only one purpose: to suppress that Ancient Immortal brat.
Back then, that fiend had relied on having lived longer to suppress him while he was still young. Now that he had crossed through the ages to return for revenge, it was only perfectly reasonable.
When Chen Xun's ancestor sought revenge, he did not distinguish between occasions or the timing of ages.
Once he set his sights on someone, they could simply wait to be suppressed...
When he arrived, he had also heard