He had spent quite some time among the Witch Clan.
Lin Tian soon found his two disciples, Fuxi and Nuwa, along with his mount, White Tiger.
By now.
Fuxi and Nuwa had brought orderly governance to the living beings around Mount Buzhou.
Nuwa had little interest in such matters and wondered aloud every day when her master would return.
Fuxi, on the other hand, was quite devoted to governing the living beings.
No wonder, in the original history of the Primordial World.
When Di Jun and Tai invited Fuxi to become a Demon Emperor, he had agreed so readily.
It was precisely because of this that Fuxi, despite his outstanding aptitude, had wasted his time governing the Demon Race. By the time the War of the Liches arrived, the shortcomings in his cultivation had become apparent.
In the end, Fuxi had also gone to his death.
While the siblings Fuxi and Nuwa were resting and regulating their breathing in a cave, a wisp of blue smoke appeared before them.
Lin Tian's figure emerged with it.
"Master, you're back?"
"Your disciples, Fuxi and Nuwa, pay their respects to you, Master!"
The two sensed Lin Tian's presence at once and immediately dropped to their knees and kowtowed.
Lin Tian had always known that these two disciples were devoted to him.
Now, he smiled and nodded.
"After so many years apart, you siblings have made considerable progress in your cultivation. A cause for celebration indeed!"
After five full Primordial Cycles, even a pig should have made substantial progress, let alone Fuxi and Nuwa.
When they last met, the siblings had only just entered the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm.
Now, both had reached the late Great Luo Golden Immortal stage.
Although they had only just entered the Late Great Luo Golden Immortal stage,