Unraveling the Dragon Roar, Borrowing Essence Blood; A Resounding Reputation, a Transformed State of Mind
There were four Foundation Establishment cultivators, all from the Huang Household. Lin Changheng had met most of them and remembered their faces.
Among them was Cook Zeng.
He was still burly and powerfully built, and his aura had risen to the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, where he had already made considerable progress.
Although his face glowed with vigor and he seemed steadier than ever, carrying the imposing air of someone in authority even without anger, Lin Changheng keenly noticed something amiss in his condition. He seemed somewhat sorrowful...
Lin Changheng withdrew the divine light with which he had looked ahead, activated the [Illusory Appearance Shift Demonic Art] to reveal his true appearance, and accelerated his escape light, appearing above the Huang Household's mountain gate.
Before his escape light had fully descended, the four Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Huang Household sensed him together and turned to look.
When they recognized Lin Changheng, the impassive, suffocatingly stern expressions they had deliberately maintained before the disciples guarding the mountain melted instantly, like ice and snow meeting sunlight.
The newly appointed grand elder leading them, a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, laughed heartily. Genuine delight filled his eyes, and his oppressive aura vanished as he flew forward first.
The other three followed, rising lightly on the wind with eager smiles to greet him in midair. Their attentiveness was as different from their earlier demeanor as clouds from mud.
"Attendant Lin!"
Their voices arrived before they did, brimming with unmistakable joy and warmth.
"Ever since receiving word that you had emerged from seclusion and would soon return to the lineage, we've been craning our necks in anticipation every day. We were so delighted that we old fellows couldn't even settle down to cultivate. We simply had to welcome you here ourselves, lest the youngsters