Chun Xiaobai leaned closer, widening his eyes for a careful look.
Wasn't that Lu Qingshan's old face?!
Then his gaze swept over the dozen or so old fellows beside Lu Qingshan.
Another shock jolted through him!
Holy shit! Why are so many of these old geezers big shots in the Nascent Soul Realm?!
Oh my god! This is a whole row of Core Elders teaming up to farm experience!
The next second, Chun Xiaobai vanished from the spot with a whoosh.
Goddammit, time to pack up and run!
Once these old fellows had absorbed enough spiritual qi,
and came back to their senses, the first person they would take the knife to would definitely be him, the "chief culprit draining the Sect's lifeblood"!
Yet the instant he turned to leave, Lu Qingshan, who sat cross-legged, slowly opened his eyes.
Just now, he had sensed something vaguely familiar flash past him.
He looked around in puzzlement but found nothing.
Yet when he instinctively turned his head and saw who was sitting beside him, his aged eyes abruptly narrowed.
Wh-why have all these old fellows come here?!
Meanwhile, outside the Sect Master's Main Hall, all the Grand Supreme Elders and ancestors, including Mu Qinglan and Yun Huoyue, were craning their necks and gazing expectantly at the sky.
A moment later, a tiny black speck appeared on the horizon, gradually growing larger in their eyes.
Soon, a massive green-skinned gourd arrived above the hall.
An old man with the bearing of an immortal sat atop it.
His gray Daoist robe had been washed pale and even bore several patches, yet it was clean and tidy. A cheerful smile lingered on his face, lending him the warmth of a grandfather next door.
"Master!"
At the sight, Yun Huoyue's face lit up with delight,