"Ancient Emperor, come here."
Just then, a calm voice rang out. It was utterly unremarkable, yet seemed to hold a magic that made it the center of heaven and earth, drawing every gaze toward it involuntarily. At last...
The Ancient Emperor saw Chen Xun.
Surprise flashed across his face as he finally spotted Chen Xun, dressed in coarse clothes and holding a bargain fishing rod that looked as though he had cut it from somewhere along the road. An ordinary fishing bucket sat beside him. There was none of the mysterious air of the Great Dao distilled into simplicity.
...Only the plainness of saving wherever he could.
That seemed to be the case.
Ever since the souls of his many old friends had returned, Chen Xun had begun keeping his own accounts again. The ledger was reopened, every expense carefully calculated. Back when he had been alone, his household had spent gold like dirt. Now that the immortals had returned, they "spent dirt like gold."
Over the years.
The likes of Gu Li Sheng, Xian Jue, and Tai Yu had come to believe that their resurrection was a setup. In their eyes, Chen Xun had no immortal camaraderie whatsoever, only the helpless feeling of watching debtors die before they had paid him back. And so... they had come back to life!
The crucial part was that Chen Xun had even nodded solemnly. That made sense!
Only Nanhua had truly believed it.
Even the dead could be dragged back to repay their debts?!
At that moment.
Nanhua was still drifting through the Immortal Sea on the Foul Beast Turtle. He had picked up the Erhu again, his expression leisurely, leaving the Great Violet Luo Heaven Palace entirely to its own devices. Whenever he had nothing else to do, he went back