Going home... back to this home he had never returned to, yet which had always been waiting for him.
Whether he returned or not, this was his home.
It was Su Mo's first time setting foot in the Mount Sumeru Sect, yet nothing felt unfamiliar. It simply felt as though this was how things should be...
Some people looked Su Mo over curiously, while others stared blankly at his snow-white attire.
Prince Ying’s Princess Consort held tightly to Su Mo, afraid that one careless moment would see him disappear again.
Golden dragon patterns appeared on Su Mo's snow-white Confucian Robe, their bared fangs and brandished claws lending him an air of transcendent nobility.
The Void Beast followed quietly behind. Its enormous body and pure white fur likewise looked utterly otherworldly.
"Sect Master..."
Several old men in different attire came forward. When they reached Prince Ying’s Princess Consort, they looked at Su Mo, whom she held tightly behind her. At the sight of his Dragon-Patterned White-Clad One robes, their expressions froze, and they immediately bowed. "Greetings, Human Emperor..."
The Human Emperor?
The old man's words instantly left several disciples within the Sect dumbfounded...
They had never met Su Mo face-to-face, but they too had watched the recent battle from afar. After all, it had concerned the lives of everyone under heaven, including their own.
They had simply never imagined that the Human Emperor would be so young. He looked as though he was not even twenty.
His flowing white robes framed Su Mo's face, making him look very youthful, yet his head of white hair made him seem weathered by life's vicissitudes...
As though he had experienced every sorrow and hardship in the world...
Prince Ying’s Princess Consort nodded to the old men, then turned back to Su Mo and said