A Great Skill Seems Clumsy, Great Sound Seems Silent!

The wind rose, and peach blossoms fell; the swallows returned, and old friends came home.

After thirty years away, Shen Yun returned to the Central Continent, returning in glory to his homeland.

His gaze swept across those familiar faces, and long-forgotten ripples stirred across the lake of his heart.

"Rise."

His voice fell like the chanting of Heaven's decree.

Everyone felt their minds clear, as though a spring breeze had brushed across their Spiritual Platforms. A gentle force then lifted them lightly to their feet.

The First Elder reacted the fastest. He strode to the seat of honor and personally arranged two Warm Jade Chairs.

"Please take your seat, Chief Elder!"

Seeing this, Shen Yun did not decline. He exchanged a smile with Shen Qingruo beside him, then calmly stepped forward.

Beside the seat of honor, Shen Pingsheng had already risen to await him. Looking at the young man before him—now half a head taller than he was—he had a thousand words he wanted to say, but in the end, they turned into only one sentence: "Welcome home."

"Father." Shen Yun stopped and smiled, his expression as clear as it had been in his youth. "I'm back."

Shen Qingruo beside him also bowed gracefully. "Greetings, Uncle Ping Sheng."

"We're family. Why stand on ceremony? Come, sit."

Shen Pingsheng looked at the girl he had watched grow up, and the smile in his eyes deepened.

Warmth that needed no words flowed naturally through their ordinary conversation.

After everyone had taken their seats, Shen Yun began recounting his experiences in the Outer Sea in a leisurely tone. His voice was calm, yet every word struck the ground like thunder, stirring the hearts of everyone present.

"You slew a Half-Immortal and rose to Number One Under Heaven on the Heaven-Treading Ranking?"

Shen