After they exchanged greetings.
Meng Wanjun's gaze remained fixed on Li Ping, as though she feared her young master would abandon her and run off again.
Bai Qing soon noticed Qi Hanmo standing behind Li Ping, along with a middle-aged man whose face looked somewhat familiar.
After studying him for a moment, his breathing grew heavy, and disbelief spread across his face. "No way-
"Eldest Brother, is this...?"
He had recognized Teng Feng, but as far as he knew, Teng Feng had long since died. He therefore dared not acknowledge him outright and looked toward Li Ping instead.
Before Li Ping could speak, Teng Feng smiled and said, "What, Seventh Brother, don't you recognize me anymore?"
"Sixth Brother, it really is you!" Bai Qing laughed heartily and flew over to Teng Feng.
Though he still had many questions, the joy of reuniting with his brother drove them all from his mind.
Inside Grand Elder Li Ping's palace in the Seven Immortals Sect.
Everyone took their seats in turn. Li Ping turned his head and saw Meng Wanjun standing behind him with a cheerful smile, just like a maidservant. He shook his head, at a loss for words. "Wanjun, sit down too. Why are you standing behind me?"
Meng Wanjun grinned. "Wanjun is your maidservant, young master. Wanjun won't sit."
"Sit down." Li Ping put on a stern face.
Only then did Meng Wanjun reluctantly sit beside Li Ping. Once seated, she looked rather glum.
She only wanted to remain her young master's maidservant, not sit beside him discussing the Dao.
Meanwhile, after hearing Teng Feng recount his experiences over the years, Bai Qing wore an odd expression. Clearly, he had never expected his brother to roam so far.
Going to Great Zhou was one thing, but heavens, he had