Today.
The winds in the Mengmu Great Sea Region were fierce.
On a small island.
Several figures stood along the shore.
"Junior brother Chen, Junior Brother Ox, why have you stayed here all these years?"
With his hands behind his back, Ji Kun gazed at the distant sea and smiled softly. "I only saw a few traces before Daoist Friend Sky Wheel's grave back then. I thought you must have come here."
His appearance had not changed much, and his Essence, Qi, and Spirit still brimmed with vigor.
"I wanted to stay here awhile." Chen Xun's expression was calm as still water. "When I grow tired of it, I'll go home for a look and drink tea with Ji Yan."
"Moo moo~" Big Black Ox raised his head and looked at Ji Kun.
"Junior Brother, how have you been these years?" Ji Kun turned his head and suddenly asked.
"Hehe..."
Chen Xun seemed to come back to himself all at once. Without realizing it, he could no longer remember how many years it had been since anyone had asked him that. "Senior Brother, I've been well. The years have been peaceful; they have calmed the restless mortal heart within me."
His gaze gradually deepened as he looked towards the distant sea.
He had heard that the entire Immortal Realm was undergoing a great transformation of Heaven and Earth, about to usher in an unimaginable age of splendor. It seemed... that was what those younger generations of the Immortal Realm said. Yet the more so it was, the hollower he felt inside.
So he was the same as that Old Mister.
No matter how vast and magnificent Heaven and Earth were, there had always been only that group of people and that small patch of Heaven and Earth in his heart.