The three had barely set foot on solid ground when an explosive shout cracked through the air, like thunder hammering their ears, making their hearts tremble.
The sudden voice echoed across the open grounds for a long time, like a cry reverberating through a mountain valley.
The three looked toward the sound and saw an old man nearby, his white beard flowing as he held a Nine-Toothed Rake. His eyes blazed like torches, and his Soul Power surged like turbulent waves, radiating an overwhelming pressure.
The old man's face was full of wariness, ready to confront any uninvited guest at a moment's notice.
Chen Cong recognized him at once. He hurried forward a step and cupped his hands. "Uncle Daoheng, it's me, Chen Cong!"
There was a touch of excitement in his voice. After all, a reunion after a long separation always brought joy.
The old man looked Chen Cong over. The wariness on his face gradually faded, replaced by delighted surprise. "Oh, it's the Second Master! You haven't been here in years. I was wondering who it could be. You really gave me a fright."
His words carried a hint of self-mockery. Clearly, the misunderstanding had given him quite a start.
As he spoke, he slowly lowered the Nine-Toothed Rake in his hands. A relaxed smile appeared on his face, as though a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
Chen Cong smiled as well. "Uncle Daoheng, stop teasing. What could possibly frighten you?"
The old man nodded, his smile gradually fading as he grew serious. "How could I not be nervous? Ever since the Grand Old Master and that old rascal Zhu Hongzhen left three years ago, only the Eldest Master and the Young Chief have visited a few times. Usually, it's just us three old fellows