Seeing this, Duanmu Liuying and Duanmu Fenlong quickly exchanged glances. The corners of their mouths lifted as triumphant, scheming smiles flashed across them, the delight in their eyes almost impossible to conceal.
Yet just as the two of them believed their plan had succeeded and rejoiced inwardly—
A resounding voice came tearing through the clouds and sky.
"Masters, please wait. I can guarantee that Zen Master Shanfa of your sect is safe and sound!"
The crisp, ringing voice was rich and bold, like the toll of a great bell, echoing between the mountain peaks and ravines.
"Hm? It's him?"
For a moment, whether it was the people of the Phantom Star Sect or the many cultivators of the Great Zhao Dynasty led by Duanmu Kuanglong—
A vague yet familiar figure surfaced in all their minds.
Pairs of eyes turned in unison toward the direction from which the voice had come.
The difference was that the owners of those gazes felt both shock and delight.
"Wonderful! That brat finally came! This old man had been worrying about him for so many days!" Venerable Tianhong was stunned at first, then let out a long breath of relief. His stern, frosty expression immediately relaxed.
Standing nearby, Tang Zhuying also rarely spoke with a sigh. "Judging from Martial Brother Wang's tone, his injuries seem to have recovered quite a bit as well."
"As expected of Martial Brother Wang. In a place as dangerous as the Heavenly Evolution Secret Realm, not only had he preserved his life, he had even nursed his damaged foundation back to health in such a short time?!"
"It seemed that over these past two years, he must have encountered some extraordinary fortune."
Within the red-and-blue mist, Shen Miaoyin said nothing.
Yet the faintly furrowed brows of her lovely face also