"Xiao Fa... is that you?" Ning Zhongyuan, his face weathered by hardship, trembled all over as he asked Ning Fa.
Ning Fa turned around. Looking at those incomparably familiar faces, tears once more flowed from his eyes as he choked out, "It's me. I'm back..."
"Good, good, good! Xiao Fa, you've finally returned!" Tears streamed down Ning Zhongyuan's aged face, and Ning Zhongjiu's eyes had reddened as well.
The other Ning Family Members were even more overcome with tears, so ecstatic and overjoyed that they could scarcely contain themselves.
Then earthshaking cheers erupted.
"Welcome home, Ancestor!"
"Welcome home, Ancestor!"
The golden-haired old man and the others finally came to their senses as well.
The golden-haired old man wore an expression as though he had seen a ghost. He said in disbelief, "You're Ning Fa? How is that possible? Hadn't you fallen long ago?! And you've actually already reached the Nascent Soul Realm!"
The other Wu Family members' expressions changed as well, inwardly crying out in alarm.
After all, as Golden Core Cultivators, they could be said to belong to the same generation as Ning Fa. They were also part of the Yunhuang Alliance, and all kinds of exaggerated tales of Ning Fa's battle achievements had long been etched into their minds.
Now that Ning Fa had suddenly returned like a king and even advanced to the Nascent Soul Realm, how could they not be terrified?
The golden-haired old man frowned tightly, inwardly cursing his bad luck. How had he happened to run into this god of slaughter upon his return?
Then he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had not dealt a killing blow just now. Otherwise, things truly would have become troublesome.
Although he had entered the Nascent Soul Realm several centuries ago, he did not