"Zhen Yuanzi has come to pay a visit. May I enter?"
Zhen Yuanzi's voice echoed throughout Shouyang Mountain.
Liu Mang and Xuandu exchanged glances, both thinking, He's here.
"Let's go!"
As they spoke, the two went out to greet him.
Nu Wa, experiencing mortal life, was fiddling with a half-finished clay jar under the guidance of an elderly Human Race woman.
It had to be said, she truly had experience creating humans. She picked it up quickly, and the satisfied expression on the old woman's face showed that Nu Wa was doing quite well.
Zhunti, who was likewise hiding among the Human Race, trembled at the sound of Zhen Yuanzi's voice before immediately concealing his aura again. Still, Nu Wa caught it clearly.
However, Nu Wa paid him no attention.
Instead, Zhunti began overthinking.
What is Zhen Yuanzi doing here? Could he be here to take a Great Sage of the Human Race as his disciple? Zhunti muttered inwardly.
I've only just gotten familiar with that child's parents. It can't be such a coincidence, can it?
The eight personal disciples of the Chan School were also anxious. Yet no matter how worried they were, there was nothing they could do. With their cultivation gone, taking disciples was out of the question; even surviving as mortals had become a problem.
Fortunately, Liu Mang had not gone too far. He handed the eight members of the Chan School over to the Human Race and had them taught how to live as ordinary people.
"Senior Zhen Yuanzi, it has been a long time. May I ask why you have come to our Human Ancestral Land?" Liu Mang stepped forward first and took the initiative to speak.
Don't think I don't recognize you just because you aren't Blood Sha.
Of course, Zhen Yuanzi did