Chen Xun abruptly turned his head and let out a low roar, his face openly revealing his excitement without the slightest concealment.
Not far away, a tall and imposing man appeared in the sky. He wore a deep-black Dharma robe, as profound as the night sky.
Its material was luxurious, embroidered with silver-thread patterns that made it appear solemn and elegant. The collar of the cultivator's robe stood high, its smooth lines outlining his sharply defined face, while a faint breeze stirred at his cuffs.
Starlike light glimmered in his eyes, and he was equally thrilled upon seeing Chen Xun. His face now bore a pair of thick black whiskers, giving off an air of maturity and resolve.
This man was none other than Mo Ye Han. The youthfulness of his past was gone, washed clean of all worldly dust. Yet his entire person now radiated majesty and dominance, while countless stories of time were etched into his slightly weathered eyes.
A woman stood at his side as well. Her eyes were like a clear, tranquil lake, and her raven-black hair fell to her waist like tassels.
A faint smile rested upon her lips, her teeth white and lips red, radiating a gentle warmth as though sunlight had pierced the clouds and spilled across the earth.
This woman was Mo Ye Han's fiancée, Ling Qiuchu, a core disciple of the Jade Terrace Immortal Palace.
Standing together, they were simply a match made in heaven. Mo Ye Han's majesty and the woman's gentleness complemented one another perfectly, giving off a harmonious yet powerful aura that stirred the heart.
In but a moment, they slowly descended to the ground.
Ling Qiuchu's eyes brightened slightly as she looked at Chen Xun, her gaze filled with respect. The deeds of the Dao Ancestor had