Of course.
Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder also knew that the identity of his Immortal master could not possibly remain hidden. He stood at the highest point of the three-thousand-step mountain gate, assuming a lofty, superior pose.
With the bearing of an immortal and the bones of the Dao... ethereal as drifting clouds in the heavens.
Thus, Qian Wuhen and the others did not spot their own master at once. The disparity in cultivation was simply too great; their attention had instead been entirely drawn to Frog Daoist and the steps beneath their feet.
A faint smile hung at the corner of Heavenly Wheel Immortal Elder's mouth. He was neither hurried nor impatient, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He seemed to be envisioning a scene of a kind master and respectful disciples, one worthy of being recorded in the annals of the Five Aggregates Sect. These brats had grown up now; there was no need to treat them as he had in the old days.
After all, only these few lone seedlings remained of the Heavenly Wheel Sect.
In the distance, at the foot of the stairs.
Bai Xinghan looked slightly dazed. What a fat, divine frog... its body gleamed with golden light, sprawled there like some auspicious mascot. And it was his junior brother's uncle?!
Lightning Arrow and Sea Macaque wore terrified expressions. They had only glanced at that frog just now, yet when its gaze swept casually over them, it felt as though an army of thousands was charging in to slaughter them—terrifying beyond measure!
Lightning Arrow's legs went weak, sweat pouring down its body. It was merely an ordinary spirit beast, without any ancient bloodline. It could not even withstand a single glance from this senior.
Qian Wuhen, however, was overjoyed. "Uncle Frog, you're still alive!"
Frog Daoist