As he spoke, Han Yu's attention lingered more on Su Shi'er.
The identity and title the man before him had given were utterly unfamiliar to him.
Yet as he looked at him, he could not help but feel an inexplicable sense of closeness.
Su Shi'er said with a smile, "Rest assured, Fellow Daoist Han. If anything truly happens, we certainly won't stand on ceremony."
His gaze falling on Su Shi'er, Han Yu could not help but sigh. "That would be best! Speaking of which, you may not believe it, Fellow Daoist, but whenever I look at you, I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity."
Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly, but he smiled calmly. "We are both cultivators from Muyun Prefecture. Perhaps... Fellow Daoist Han misses his homeland."
He was not at all surprised that Han Yu had such a feeling.
When the two had first met years ago, they had been no more than half-grown children. Cultivators traveling abroad could change their names and appearances, but there were always subtle things that could not be changed, things that easily stirred the sixth sense of those familiar with them.
Not to mention that as cultivators' cultivation rose, their sixth sense naturally far surpassed that of ordinary people.
If Han Yu, Xiao Yue, or any other old acquaintance were to appear before him with a changed identity, he too would feel some faint sense of strangeness.
"Miss my homeland? Perhaps... perhaps that is truly the case. Since leaving my homeland back then, Han has indeed not returned for several centuries."
Han Yu spoke softly with emotion. Thinking of his former homeland, longing inevitably surfaced in his eyes.
The feelings one held for home were lingering and hard to part from.
Ordinary people were like this, and so were cultivators.
Han Yu's