"Sixth Junior Brother."
Gu Ji ran wildly down the mountain, his expression brimming with excitement. Compared to his former detachment from the world, he now seemed far more like his true self. "Sixth Junior Brother!!"
"Everyone."
Chen Xun was clasping his hands slightly toward all directions. Hearing his second senior brother's voice, he turned with a smile and called back, "Haha, Second Senior Brother."
Ling Qingzhi's eyes held a smile.
Outsiders did not know that throughout the ages, Sixth Junior Brother had actually shared the closest relationship with Second Junior Brother.
Perhaps it was because their ideals had aligned when they went to the Supreme Unity Immortal Domain, or perhaps because Gu Ji had always cared for his fellow disciples during the Ancient Era, toiling without complaint. He had neither attained the Dao and become immortal nor made a name for himself beneath heaven, leaving behind many regrets.
"Old Sixth."
Roar~~~
A long howl descended from the horizon, like a blade slicing through the sky. Its shadow blotted out the heavens and sun, directly plunging the land around Chen Xun into night. It was an old Kunpeng, arriving with the weathered air of an old father.
Rumble...
It descended fiercely, making the earth tremble.
"Hehe, Kunpeng." Chen Xun laughed speechlessly. The mounts of powerful figures were ridden by the powerful figures themselves—who would be like his master, always lending his mount to his disciples?
"Get on."
Kunpeng's expression was full of delight. Its pair of acquired Primordial Beginning immortal eyes gazed across heaven and earth. "I'll show you the Fushi Cult as it stands today. It's more than ten thousand times larger than our old site—it can be called one sect, one continent!"
"Let's go." Chen Xun's eyes lit up. He did not stand on ceremony with old Kunpeng.
"Old