Beneath the Heaven Gate.
Chong Que solemnly cupped his fists towards the heavens. "This disciple, Chong Que, pays respects to Master."
He stood tall and imposing, his words neither servile nor overbearing. At this moment, the aura radiating from his Dao Heart alone seemed to place heaven and earth beneath his feet, utterly at odds with the atmosphere of the Great Violet Luo Heaven Palace.
His senior brothers and sisters were already dumbstruck, frozen like wooden chickens, eyes wide and tongues tied.
The Great Violet Luo Heaven Palace's eldest senior brother's heart skipped a beat. Why did he inexplicably feel as though he were the junior brother, while Chong Que was the eldest senior brother who had weathered countless storms? They were not living beings from the same era at all.
Yes, exactly—the sense of a gulf between eras...!
Above the Immortal Firmament, vast heavenly might spread forth.
Chong Que's bearing was respectful, yet the calm and composure radiating from within him only made him quietly gaze upon that vast heavenly might.
The Heaven Dao Ancestor Luo, Nanhua, appeared.
A trace of astonishment and unfamiliarity flashed across his face, and his heart skipped a beat. This is Chong Que, a disciple under my seat?!
This aura... was extraordinary.
"Chong Que." Nanhua murmured softly. A deep satisfaction and relief flashed through his eyes; even his indifferent gaze became kindly, and the more he looked, the more pleased he was.
Having been taken to the Eternal Immortal Frontier for so many years, a disciple who could emerge from such adversity would surely have an extraordinary future in the immortal Dao.
This journey was a blessing, not a calamity. It was good that he had returned.
"This disciple has come to bid farewell to Master."
Chong Que calmly looked at Nanhua and cupped