In the old residence.
Chen Xun, Black Bull, and Ji Kun sat around the stove brewing tea. The house was open and brightly lit. Spirit beasts and fierce beasts often passed by outside, occasionally peering in through the windows with delight shining in their eyes.
"Yes. Ouyang Boxiao had hidden himself too deeply. If he had truly targeted me, I probably would not even have had the chance to become an immortal."
"Hehe, Junior Brother, there is no need to belittle yourself. A man like that had the lives of all under heaven in his heart and treated the grand trend of the world as a chessboard. How could he possibly single out one cultivator?"
Ji Kun smiled with emotion, his expression unusually weathered. "A great cultivator who can reach such a position possesses a breadth of mind and vision beyond anything ordinary people can imagine."
Chen Xun could not help speaking of Ouyang Boxiao. No matter how many years passed, that man's figure and deeds would never fade from his heart.
"Moo~" Black Bull quietly stayed between them, foolishly chuckling now and then and mooing from time to time. Its simple-mindedness was somewhat endearing. It seemed that merely listening to them reminisce was already the greatest enjoyment in the world.
Chen Xun began from the time the Immortal Realm had first been split open and formed, while Ji Kun listened with a faint smile to Chen Xun's endless "nonsense."
No one knew how long they spoke.
Chen Xun's expression gradually turned solemn. "Senior Brother Ji, I personally severed the mountains-and-rivers foundation of the Boundless Overlord Clan, and even that of the Human Race. I know Old Bull has already told you, but I do not intend to evade this matter before you."
Hearing this, Ji Kun slowly sipped his