"Fellow Immortal." Gu Yuexi staggered to her feet, and Yao Qin raised a hand to steady her.
She walked before Chen Xun and bowed deeply, her eyes carrying a glimmer of hope. Though the Void Ancestral Domain had been destroyed, she still hoped that some descendants had survived.
That emotion was practically identical to Chen Xun's back then. Perhaps, in the hearts of most venerable figures of a Cultivation World, they all felt the same way. No living being was born into the world as a powerhouse.
Their growth was always accompanied by far too many stories spanning the years.
The coldness on Chen Xun's face gradually melted away. Though he had become much calmer, he still spoke sparingly: "Rest assured."
He had already sent the Shi Rong Realm and that embryonic world into the Chaos Great Dao. Old Ox was waiting at the other end. He was utterly at ease, and he would never break his promise to Gu Yuexi.
Gu Yuexi gave Chen Xun another solemn bow, then silently stepped aside.
Yao Qin and the others surrounded her, standing there as they discussed the subsequent arrangements and plans. Their little group had already prepared everything before coming here. Under the mighty power of Immortals, all matters could proceed smoothly.
Of course, that did not include the suddenly appeared Old Ancestor Chen Xun. From beginning to end, he had never been one of their kind; everyone had their own circle.
Only Qi Xiao and the white hair youthful face man remained beside Chen Xun.
Chen Xun's gaze deepened slightly as he looked at the mysterious man with a faint smile. "Fellow Immortal, how should I address you?"
"Good Fortune Wanderer." A similarly ambiguous smile appeared at the man's lips. "Black-robed fellow Daoist, may I ask for your Dao title?"