When Xu Changqing saw that it was Pei Mo, he immediately withdrew his gaze. Once the spiritual radiance around him settled, he slowly spoke, his voice carrying through the curtain of rain. "Old Pei, come in."
That "Old Pei" was not something he called him casually.
First, the man himself was older, already in his forties.
Second, the two of them had a very good relationship in private.
Only after hearing his voice did Pei Mo come back to his senses. After a wave of shock and doubt, he swiftly flew in through the entrance opened in the formation.
Passing through layers upon layers of rain, he finally arrived before Xu Changqing.
After so many years apart, the two looked at each other.
A familiar sort of "strangeness" rose within them.
So many years had passed. They had all changed, yet it seemed as though none of them had changed.
The Xu Changqing of the past had seemed shrewd from head to toe.
Now, he had reined that in considerably and appeared far more steady.
As for Pei Mo, several more scars had appeared on his body, making him increasingly rugged.
In a daze, the two recalled the scene of their first meeting at the market.
The same people, the same place.
The only thing different was time.
They had once been young and in their prime; now they had grown increasingly profound, weathered by countless winds and frosts.
Xu Changqing's aura was gentle and peaceful. That terrifying pressure from earlier had vanished, as if it had only been an illusion. He immediately smiled. "Old Pei, you're back!"
Pei Mo's expression was somewhat complicated as he cupped his hands. "Senior Brother Xu... Grain Lord!"
Xu Changqing immediately waved his hand. "We're all our own people. There's no need to be