It was Ye Chen—the greatest swordsman in the True Spirit Continent's history, Ye Chen.
"Sect Master." "Ye Chen." "Chen'er."
Ye Chen's appearance ignited the entire scene. The oppressive atmosphere brought by Myriad Arrows King and the other six vanished completely, and every gaze converged on him.
Ye Tianhao and Shen Yuqing wept with joy. A full ten years had passed, and they had finally seen their son again. At this moment, they wanted for nothing more.
Among all those gazes, two were the most fervent and tender—Murong Qingcheng's and Xu Jing's.
Ye Chen's gaze met theirs, conveying his longing.
Feeling the gentleness in Ye Chen's eyes, Murong Qingcheng's gaze became even more radiant, lovely as spring waters. Xu Jing's eyes, too, brimmed with boundless tenderness.
Stepping onto the square, the Spiritual Thought-form "Ye Chen" automatically merged into Ye Chen's body. Ye Chen took Murong Qingcheng and Xu Jing's hands. Both their hands were soft; Xu Jing's hand stiffened slightly, then tightly clasped his in return.
"Father, Mother."
Holding the two women's hands, Ye Chen walked up to Ye Tianhao and Shen Yuqing.
"It's good that you're back."
Ye Tianhao and Shen Yuqing looked at the three with beaming smiles.
Letting go of their hands, Ye Chen embraced Ye Tianhao and Shen Yuqing. Over all these years, they had spent little time together and much time apart, but family affection would never grow cold because of distance.
"Big Brother!"
Ye Xuan and Ye Xiaoxiao walked over.
Ye Chen looked at them and smiled. "You little ones have grown up, and you've matured too." When he had left, Ye Xuan and Ye Xiaoxiao had only been around twenty. Now they were just over thirty, already middle-aged among ordinary people. Of course, their Late Spirit Sea Realm cultivation had kept them looking young.