Xiao Guizi had now become the most prestigious chief senior brother of the True Martial Sacred Sect.
He wore a deep blue robe.
He had grown out his hair, which flowed down behind his back, bound with an azure ribbon.
His expression had grown more resolute, and he carried the bearing of one in a high position.
Seeing Xu Zimo appear, Xiao Guizi said in surprise, "Senior Brother, you've emerged from seclusion."
Xu Zimo smiled and nodded.
"That's right. Counting the time, it's been nearly a hundred years," Xiao Guizi said with a nod.
He asked, "Senior Brother, did you gain anything?"
"Something, more or less," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
"You're in such a hurry. Where are you going?"
"This year's core disciples are holding their competition. I was ordered to preside over it," Xiao Guizi said.
"Why don't you come take a look with me, Senior Brother? The younger generation of our True Martial Sacred Sect is flourishing as well.
Sometimes, I can't help feeling that I've grown old."
"Where is Ruhu?" Xu Zimo asked.
"Just like you, he's either been training abroad or in seclusion these past hundred years. I haven't seen him in a long time either," Xiao Guizi replied.
"Then let's go have a look," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I've been in seclusion for a hundred years and have become somewhat like rotten wood. It's time to get used to crowded places again."
Humans were, after all, social creatures.
Let alone a hundred years—if you were locked in an enclosed space for several days, you would probably be unable to endure it.
As they walked toward the core disciples' grand competition, many disciples greeted Xiao Guizi upon seeing him.
Yet very few still remembered Xu Zimo.
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