"Moo moo~~" An impassioned bellow came from there, brimming with every kind of emotion—moving, joyful, and more.
Chen Xun halted, slowly raising his head to look toward the end of the mountain path. At that moment, the wind stilled, the clouds rested, and light and shadow froze.
A gentle smile flickered through his eyes, as though he had seen the warmest light in his memories.
Clang—
Suddenly, a clear sword cry tore through the air. Amid the rosy glow, the long hair of that hair-bound man stirred lightly. His back remained as bright and open as before, a longsword slung diagonally over his shoulder.
He laughed aloud, his voice like a breeze entering the woods. "If your senior brother's eyes have not failed him—then the one arriving should be Junior Brother, correct?"
That laughter pierced through the dust and wind of countless ages. Like an old dream returning, it struck straight at the heart.
Chen Xun stood quietly upon the mountain path, his expression as calm as still water, though a thousand waves churned in his gaze. After a moment, he slowly raised his hand and bowed to the man within the rosy glow.
The instant his voice fell, heaven and earth seemed to tremble. Clouds roiled over the peaks, and all immortal winds bowed low.
"—Chen Xun of the Five Aggregates Sect pays respects to Senior Brother Ji."
His voice exploded like rolling thunder, piercing the nine heavens and traversing mountains and seas, as if the echoes of the Dao lingered long among the mountains and rivers.
Boom!
Rumble rumble rumble!
The Jade Bamboo Mountains, which had been bustling and deafening moments before, fell so silent that a needle drop could be heard. Countless Immortals changed color in shock; even the cup in Frog Daoist's hand quietly fell