"They're here! They're here!"
"Look! The flying ships are back!"
Cries of astonishment rose from the disciples in the Inner Gate Plaza, as though they had spotted some priceless treasure.
In the distance, enormous flying ships streaked toward them like meteors. Seen from afar, their decks were packed with figures, like flocks of migrating birds.
Boom, boom, boom!!!
Violent rumbles rolled out, deafening as thunder. Rows of flying ships began landing in the plaza, and the Sect disciples aboard flew down eagerly, like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.
Countless disciples who had long been waiting cheered loudly and rushed toward familiar faces. They embraced, asked after one another, and headed out of the plaza, chatting and laughing.
Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others scanned their surroundings, anxiously searching for Ying Ming Hao. Unease crept into their hearts. Could they really fail to recognize him even if he stood right before them?!
While they searched like ants on a hot pan, Ying Ming Hao finally managed to squeeze out of the crowd of disciples surrounding him.
His height made him stand out like a crane among chickens, towering like a majestic mountain. Together with his azure hair, which seemed like brilliant stars in the night sky, it instantly caught Qing Yun's and the others' attention.
Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others hurriedly squeezed their way over. Looking at Ying Ming Hao, who stood nearly two meters tall, handsome and distinguished, with a face like polished jade, they were momentarily dumbstruck, as though they had seen a ghost.
Seeing their bewildered expressions, Ying Ming Hao could not help curling his lips into a sly smile.
Compared with before, he was now an entirely different person, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, reborn in fire.
It was only natural