The green mountains still stood; how many times had the setting sun reddened?
Having been gone for so long, and having traveled to Eternal Continent, Xu Zimo found that True Martial Sacred Sect remained unchanged through ten thousand years.
On Qingshan Peak, the verdant trees were lush and dense. They seemed several zhang taller than when he had left, their branches flourishing and leaves luxuriant.
He put away the Dark Sky Tiger and made his way up Qingshan Peak.
At the summit, the scenery was pleasant, with a gentle breeze drifting past.
The little river flowed slowly, clear enough to reveal its bottom, while red carp rolled about within it.
"Mo'er!" Wenren Yun cried out.
She hurried over.
"Mother," Xu Zimo called with a smile.
"You child, once you leave, you're gone for years. You never know to come home and visit more often," Wenren Yun complained.
A cough sounded. Xu Qingshan emerged from the thatched cottage ahead.
"Shouldn't a man roam the four corners of the world? Such tenderheartedness is for women," Xu Qingshan snorted before speaking.
"As if you know everything," Wenren Yun muttered.
"If anything happens to Mo'er, I won't let you off."
Xu Zimo shook his head helplessly. These two still loved bickering as much as ever.
"Now that you're back, rest properly for a while. The Heavenly Mandate has begun to take shape," Xu Qingshan said.
"I'm afraid there isn't time for that. I only came back to take a look.
I'll probably be leaving again after a while," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"The closer it gets, the tighter time becomes."
"Is there anything your father can help you with?" Xu Qingshan asked.
"No need. I'll go to the Scripture Repository later and look up some information," Xu Zimo replied, shaking his head.