"Sect Leader..." The white-haired old man had only just called out when the white-browed elder interrupted him with a smile. "Yunshu, call this Zhong Sect Leader in public; in private, call me Senior Brother Haoran, or even simply Zhong Haoran. There are only the two of us now, so why be so polite?"
The white-haired old man laughed. "Haha, then I'd better call you Martial Uncle Zhong! That was how I addressed you before True Person Xiao back then!"
"Ugh, forget it!" Zhong Haoran shrugged, as though a chill had run down his spine. "Pretend I said nothing. Call me whatever you like!"
"Fine, Sect Leader, I admit I was teasing you. Please don't take it to heart." Fei Yunshu smiled faintly. "After all, it has been... fifteen years since we last met, hasn't it?"
"If I remember correctly, it should be sixteen years." Zhong Haoran nodded. "Back then, for the expansion of our Creation Sect, you went deep into Huan Kingdom to establish our Creation Sect's foundation in the land of Sword Cultivators. We have been apart for a full sixteen years!"
"Yes, sixteen years!" Fei Yunshu looked at Zhong Haoran's white brows and sighed. "When I left back then, your brows and eyes were merely streaked with gray. Now they are snow-white! Your bearing has become even more impressive..."
"You are no different!" Zhong Haoran sighed as well. "Huan Kingdom Sword Cultivators are far more difficult to deal with than Meng Kingdom Daoist Cultivators. You had it much harder than this Zhong in the land of Sword Cultivators!"
"Likewise!" Fei Yunshu said with a smile. "You established the Creation Sect in Meng Kingdom with the strength of Sword Cultivators, while I established the Creation Sect in Huan Kingdom as a Daoist Cultivator. Neither was easy!"
At this point,