Within the Ancient Academy.
The elders stepped forward, calling for their disciples to fight the Fu Shi Religion and reclaim their lost face!
But it was already a little too late. The Ancient Academy disciples looked dispirited, each one in worse condition than the last. Who would dare face that Fu Tian?
You would not go, he would not go—was I supposed to go?!
Beneath a long pavilion.
The many female disciples there chattered away, all talking about Fu Tian.
Gu Qingyan looked calm and did not utter a single word. She merely gazed for a long time at the man high in the sky, a faint, gentle smile spilling from the corner of her lips.
She was of the Luck Clan and could take a look at a creature's aura.
Chi Hao was far too weak. He could not possibly be Fu Tian.
So this is what you look like... Gu Qingyan murmured softly within her heart. She remembered those narrow eyes with exceptional clarity, as though they held many stories that could never be read.
Though his face was not so breathtaking that it would be impossible to forget.
It was refined and clean... At a glance, he made one feel peaceful and comfortable, without the slightest trace of ill intent.
Gu Qingyan slowly rose and quietly left.
Above the heavens.
Chen Xun's gaze tightened slightly, and he left as well.
He had come here for only one purpose: to suppress that Immortal Ancient brat.
Back then, that bastard had relied on having lived longer to suppress him when he had been young. Now that he had traveled through the years to return and take revenge, it was only perfectly reasonable.
When Old Ancestor Chen Xun sought revenge, he did not care about the occasion, nor did he