Of course.
Heavenly Wheel Immortal also knew that his identity as an immortal master could not remain hidden. He stood tall at the very top of the three-thousand-step mountain gate, striking a lofty, superior pose.
An immortal demeanor... ethereal as drifting clouds in the heavens.
Thus, Qian Wuhen and the others did not notice their own master at once. The gap in their realms was simply too vast; their attention had been wholly drawn to Frog Daoist and the steps beneath their feet.
A faint smile curled across Heavenly Wheel Immortal's lips. He was unhurried and unflustered, his eyes filled with anticipation.
He seemed to be imagining a scene of a benevolent master and respectful disciples, one worthy of being remembered in the annals of the Five Elements Sect. These brats had grown up now; there was no need to treat them as he had that year.
After all, only these few lone seedlings remained of the Heavenly Wheel Sect.
In the distance, at the foot of the stairs.
Bai Xinghan looked slightly stunned. What a fat, extraordinary toad... its body glittered with golden light, crouched there like some auspicious mascot. It was even his junior brother's uncle?!
Lightning Arrow and the Sea Macaque wore faces full of terror. They had merely glanced at the toad, yet when that gaze swept lightly over them, it was as though thousand troops and ten thousand horses were charging in to slaughter them—utterly terrifying!
Lightning Arrow's legs went weak, and he was sweating profusely. He was only an ordinary spirit beast, with no Ancient Bloodline to speak of. He could not even withstand a single glance from this senior.
Qian Wuhen, however, revealed an expression of great joy. "Uncle Frog, you're still alive!"
Frog Daoist still had a stalk of Dust Cleansing Grass