The Supreme Dao Arena lay in utter disrepair within its gates, with stretches of ruins and broken walls everywhere. It was a bleak, desolate sight.
Ten years later, Lin Fan returned. Weeds grew thick, and everything remained as it had been before, unchanged.
After all, no matter how he looked at it, it was still a shabby little sect compound.
Back then, Ye Qingxian had thrown him out, and he had left the Uninhabited Zone for the first time, crossed a river of stars, and arrived in the Three Thousand Provinces, landing right here.
Thinking back now, he felt he should have landed in Fire Province, but that unreliable Ye Qingxian had thrown him off course, nearly smashing him into a pulp.
Instead, he had fallen into the neighboring Heavenly Immortal Province and happened to meet another unreliable character-Qi Daolin.
"Next time I see Ye Qingxian, I'm definitely giving her a good scolding. I wonder if the old man is here?" Lin Fan muttered as he walked forward.
In fact, Qi Daolin had long known he was coming. He had been sitting cross-legged on the mountaintop for several days, waiting, his golden sleeves snapping in the wind.
"Oh, you're here, Dao Master! It really has been a long time."
Lin Fan looked at that familiar figure, his hair white as snow and his eyes deep. As always, he was putting on the air of a sage beyond worldly affairs, sitting there like some transcendent being.
"So you finally remembered to come back, brat... I thought you'd fallen into a den of beauties and been so bewitched you'd forgotten who you were. I was just about to go purge the sect."
On the large rock, Qi Daolin opened his eyes and glanced at him, a trace of complicated emotion in his