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Chen Zixiu lightly lifted his cloud-patterned sleeve, his sword robe fluttering as he spoke leisurely. "Oh? Xiaofan, with that look on your face, could it be that you've met an old friend but no longer recognize him?"
Zhang Xiaofan paused briefly, then smiled. "You're joking, Brother Zixiu. Of course I recognize you! It's just that you've changed so much."
His gaze slowly swept over the Flowing Cloud Silver Patterns faintly visible beneath Chen Zixiu's blue sword robe, and waves stirred in his heart.
The weather-beaten figure he remembered from over a decade ago, steadfast yet unable to hide his air of despondency, overlapped with the peerless sword cultivator before him, whose composure ran as deep as an abyss.
Now, Chen Zixiu was brimming with vitality, his bearing perfectly natural, as though he had shed his old flesh and bones and been reborn.
Moreover, Zhang Xiaofan keenly sensed a peculiar aura emanating from him.
Chen Zixiu's voice rang clear as gold striking jade, and tiny ripples spread through the space around him, resonating with some mysterious power between heaven and earth.
Before his words had faded, a gray gleam suddenly flashed on Zhang Xiaofan's shoulder.
A spirit monkey covered in gray fur bristled all over. His three gold-patterned eyes snapped open, and the vertical eye on his forehead shot out an inch-long beam of golden light.
His claws abruptly hooked tight into Zhang Xiaofan's collar, and he trembled as though he had encountered something utterly terrifying.
"Eek, eek... eek... eek, eek, eek..."
His frantic cries carried a grating sound like metal scraping against stone.
At the sight, Chen Zixiu could not help chuckling. "You little monkey. You're already a dignified Beast Emperor, so why are you still making such a fuss?"
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