Beyond the mountain range.
Chen Xun rode the wind down, drifting for a long while before finally landing upon that broad road of yellow sand.
His narrow eyes remained fixed on the white-haired man, and he said not a word. His expression was exceedingly complex. Why had it become like this again...?!
This scene had crossed the River of Time, crossed endless distances of space, as though it were just like before.
Yet in the end, it was different.
Before, they had come to send them off.
Today, he had come to receive them...
"You... what... happened?" Chen Xun stepped forward, walking toward the motionless Ji Kun one step at a time. His gaze was deep as water. "The foundation of your Immortal Dao is unstable. Your immortal body is already forcibly... prolonging your life for the last time."
His words came out haltingly, and his brows twitched without cease.
Ji Kun smiled faintly. Since setting foot in the Jade Bamboo Mountain Range, that eternally unchanging sternness of his seemed never to have appeared again.
He did not move. He merely stood there, watching Chen Xun approach step by step, and smiled with calm composure. "I went to handle a small matter. I couldn't exactly return empty-handed."
Clang...
Chen Xun seized Ji Kun's arm with a heavy grip. Such a scene was utterly impossible between Immortals; allowing another to casually touch one's physical body was a great taboo among cultivators.
Yet Ji Kun still wore a smile at the corner of his lips, with not the slightest guard in his eyes.
Chen Xun's expression was grave as he said word by word, "Have you gone mad... I've already lived well enough. By now, I no longer need to fight and kill. Why did you have to bring me so much