Xiao Ye stood at the back, his lips moving without a sound. He looked at the ancestor, then at Chen Hao, still trying to process the title "Celestial Venerable Taihao."
Ten thousand years ago, the ancestor had received a favor from the Celestial Venerable.
That karmic debt...
Was enormous.
Xiao Wuwang's excitement lingered for a long time.
He stood before Chen Hao, leaning on his cane, as though afraid the man would vanish if he blinked. Ten thousand years. He had thought he would never see the Celestial Venerable again in this lifetime.
Chen Hao pointed to the seat opposite him. "Sit."
Xiao Wuwang hesitated, then sat down. His cane lay across his knees, and both his hands trembled slightly.
Behind him, Xiao Ye and the clan elders dared not sit. They stood in a row, their backs ramrod straight.
Yang Wanqing pulled Chen Siyao over to sit nearby. She leaned toward Chen Siyao's ear, her lips almost touching it. "Celestial Venerable Taihao. That sounds so imposing."
Chen Siyao gave her a look that told her to be quiet.
Xiao Wuwang steadied his breathing. Ten thousand years of cultivation had, after all, given him enough composure. A few breaths later, his emotions settled.
"Your visit to the Thirty-Three Heavens this time, Celestial Venerable..." He chose his words carefully.
"I brought them to have a look." Chen Hao's answer was brief.
Xiao Wuwang nodded without asking further. The Celestial Venerable needed no reason for anything he did.
He glanced again at Chen Siyao and Yang Wanqing. The Celestial Venerable had brought his younger sister and disciple to tour the Thirty-Three Heavens.
From anyone else, that would have sounded insane. For the Celestial Venerable, it was perfectly ordinary.
"When did you arrive in the Thirty-Three Heavens, Celestial Venerable?"
"Over five months ago,"