In a pavilion atop a mountain, Ye Chen raised his head and gazed into the starry sky.
Somewhere in the unseen, he sensed that someone important had arrived—someone he knew, someone with whom he shared a deep connection.
"Who could it be?"
Setting down his wine cup, Ye Chen rose to his feet.
On the grassland, Xu Jing sensed it as well and stopped practicing the third stage of the Sacred Dragon Fist.
"Xu Jing, let's go welcome our guest."
Ye Chen's figure appeared beside Xu Jing. Taking her hand, the two walked hand in hand out of the City Lord's Mansion and flew into the air.
Before long, two figures flew over from the distant horizon.
"It's..."
Delight appeared on Ye Chen and Xu Jing's faces.
Closer!
As the figures drew nearer and nearer, Ye Chen and Xu Jing finally saw their appearances clearly.
One was Chen Qinghai, the Dragon Clan elder they had met once more than half a month ago. The other was a kind-faced old man with snow-white hair. The smile on the old man's face was so familiar.
"Senior Dragon King."
"Master."
Ye Chen and Xu Jing hurried forward.
"Little fellow, my disciple, it's been a long time."
The Dragon King burst into laughter, his speed increasing considerably. Chen Qinghai remained at his side, neither hurried nor slow.
At last, both sides met.
"Senior Dragon King, I knew you would not die so easily. And sure enough, you didn't." Ye Chen looked the Dragon King over. Apart from his cultivation having risen greatly, reaching the Sixth Heaven of the Life and Death Realm, nothing else had changed. Nearly twenty years had passed in a flash since they last met, and now that they had reunited, it was hard to conceal their joy.
For Ye Chen