"Ancient Emperor, come here."
Just then, a calm voice rang out. The voice was utterly ordinary, yet it seemed to carry a magical power that made it the center of Tiandi itself, drawing everyone's gaze toward its source. Finally...
Ancient Emperor saw Chen Xun.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face. At last, he saw where Chen Xun was: dressed in coarse clothing, holding a bargain fishhook rod that looked as though he had chopped it from somewhere along the road, with an ordinary fish bucket beside him. There was none of that mysterious air of the Great Dao reduced to simplicity.
...There was only the plain, frugal air of saving wherever possible.
It seemed that was indeed the case.
After the souls of his many old friends had returned, Chen Xun had begun balancing his own accounts as well. The ledger had reopened, every coin carefully counted. Back when he had been alone, he had spent money like dirt. Now that all the immortals had returned, he treated dirt like gold.
Over the years.
Gu Lisheng, Xian Jue, Taiyu, and the like believed this resurrection had been a setup. They believed Chen Xun had no affection for the Immortal Dao at all, only the helpless feeling of a debtor dying before repaying what he owed. And so... they lived!
Most importantly, Chen Xun had even nodded in earnest. It made sense!
Only Nan Hua had truly believed it.
He could drag them back from death just to make them repay their debts?!
At this moment.
Nan Hua was still drifting across the Immortal Sea atop the Filth Beast Turtle. He had picked up the Erhu again, his expression leisurely. He had completely left the Great Violet Luo Heavenly Palace to fend for itself, only returning occasionally to sit and