In a foreign land, meeting an old acquaintance was truly one of life's great blessings.
Seeing Little Martial Saint arrive, Ouyang Qinghe's beautiful eyes brightened slightly. She immediately stepped forward and saluted. "We meet again after so long, Fellow Daoist. Your bearing remains as impressive as ever."
As she spoke, her gaze shifted to Jiang Zili beside her, and she greeted her with a smile. "Miss Jiang, I hope you've been well."
"So it's several Fellow Daoists. A pleasure to meet you."
Little Martial Saint gave a slight nod. His voice was as gentle as jade. Although he had already broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm, not the slightest trace of arrogance could be seen on him.
On the contrary, Jiang Zili, who had always been bright and carefree, wore a forced smile at that moment, a few traces of weariness showing between her brows. "Miss Ouyang, it's been a long time."
Seeing this, everyone was stunned for a moment before asking with concern, "Miss Jiang, what happened?"
Little Martial Saint sighed softly and explained on her behalf, "Not long ago, Senior Martial King was ambushed by a demonic cultivator and has remained unconscious ever since. Zili is worried about her father's injuries and has been unable to settle her mind. I hope you'll forgive her."
Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, and they hurriedly clasped their fists in apology. "I see. We were being reckless."
Anyone would inevitably be heartbroken after such a calamity befell their closest kin, and everyone expressed their understanding.
Only Shen Qiu, standing in the corner, raised his brows slightly. His instincts told him that something about this matter was off.
He rubbed his chin and asked casually, "Why would that fiend, perfectly well, go to the Jiang Immortal Dynasty to assassinate someone? Could