Over the next few days, more than a dozen other cultivators arrived.
None of them greeted anyone in the hall. Xiao Yu did not recognize them either, but he guessed that none were Nascent Soul cultivators, since the two people he had previously suspected of being at that level showed no reaction whatsoever.
That day, a dark-skinned, unremarkable young man in blue appeared in a flash at the watery-blue entrance. The moment he arrived, he began looking around.
When he saw Xiao Yu watching him with a smile, disbelief immediately spread across his face. This was none other than Han Li, Han the Old Devil. Just as in the original story, he had once again come to the place that would send him soaring.
"Heh heh, Junior Brother Han, fate really does keep bringing us together. We meet again! How about coming over here? I have plenty to catch up on with you." Xiao Yu sent Han Li a voice transmission with a broad smile.
Hearing this, Han Li set aside his shock, rubbed his nose, and gave a wry smile before replying through voice transmission:
"Yes, Senior Brother Xiao. I never expected to meet you here either."
With that, Han Li flashed onto a jade pillar beside Xiao Yu and sat down cross-legged.
As soon as Han Li settled down, Xiao Yu eagerly said to him:
"Junior Brother Han, it's been over a hundred years since I last saw you. I never imagined you'd come here too. Tsk, tsk, this really is a surprise!"
Hearing the surprise in Xiao Yu's voice, Han Li thought for a moment, then offered an explanation:
"I stumbled upon a Teleportation Formation and teleported here. But unless I'm mistaken, you came here the same way, didn't you, Senior Brother? That explains it. The stone