Si Chen looked at Wang Yan's reddened eyes, then glanced at Li Tiezhu beside him, clinging desperately to his leg.
He could not help feeling a little wistful.
In those unimaginably long years of his past, never mind decades-even thousands or tens of thousands of years had amounted to no more than a brief closing of his eyes, an insignificant slumber.
He had thought himself merely a passerby in this world.
But after everything he had experienced, after watching the people around him grow, each with a story of their own, he finally realized...
The length of time itself held no meaning.
What truly gave it weight and meaning... was the people who walked beside him.
Although, truth be told, the way he had taken these two disciples before him was rather "inexplicable."
"Both of you, get up."
First, he exerted a little strength and hauled up Li Tiezhu, who was shamelessly hugging his leg.
Then he raised his other hand and lifted Wang Yan from his knees as well.
Looking Li Tiezhu over, he could not help laughing. "A dignified Spirit Transformation cultivator, sniveling in front of so many fellow disciples of the Joyous Union Sect. Where's your decorum?"
Far from feeling embarrassed, Li Tiezhu sprang up, patting his backside as he chuckled:
"Master, listen to yourself! Seeing you overwhelmed this disciple with filial devotion. When feelings run that deep, who has time to worry about Spirit Transformation dignity?"
The dozens of Joyous Union Sect disciples around them rolled their eyes in unison.
Their Eldest Senior Brother's thick skin was like scorpion shit-a one-of-a-kind rarity in the entire Eastern Region.
Si Chen shook his head helplessly, then turned his gaze to Wang Yan, who stood properly to one side.
After decades apart, the boy who had once served tea