Today.
The winds over the Mengmu Great Sea Region were fierce.
On a small island.
Several figures stood along the shore.
"Junior Brother, Junior Brother Bull, why have you remained here all these years?"
Ji Kun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing toward the distant sea as he softly smiled. "I merely saw a few traces before Fellow Daoist Heavenly Wheel's tomb back then. I thought you must have come here."
His appearance had not changed much, and his vitality and spirit still brimmed with vigor.
"I wanted to stay here for a while." Chen Xun's expression was calm as still water. "Once I grow tired of it, I'll return home and have tea with Ji Yan."
"Moo moo~" Black Bull raised its head and looked at Ji Kun.
"Junior Brother, how have you been these years?" Ji Kun turned his head and suddenly asked.
"Hehe..."
Chen Xun seemed to abruptly come back to himself. Without realizing it, he could no longer remember how many years it had been since someone had asked him such a question. "Senior Brother, I've been quite well. Time has been peaceful, soothing this restless mortal heart of mine."
His gaze gradually deepened as he looked toward the distant sea.
He had heard that the entire Immortal Realm was undergoing tremendous changes, about to welcome an age of unimaginable splendor. It seemed... that was what those younger Immortal Realm cultivators said. Yet the more so it was, the hollower his heart became.
So he was the same as that old gentleman.
No matter how magnificent and vast heaven and earth might be, there had always only been that small group of people in his heart, that tiny patch of heaven and earth, with wind, clouds, thunder, and lightning all contained within it.
"Junior