A Kun!

Chen Xun and the others looked toward the sound. It was a young man.

He carried a gray, enormous case on his back, taller than he was. He came running over, dusty and weary, looking almost exactly like Chen Xun and the others had back then.

Yet his face was an utterly sallow yellow, the picture of malnutrition. Especially in his pupils, there was a timidity and fear that could not be concealed. There was not a trace of bearing or grace about him.

Chen Xun raised a brow and instinctively took out a flatbread. With a faint smile, he asked, "Fellow cultivator, what is the matter?"

"My name is Tian Yun. I am at Nascent Soul Late Stage and came from the north. Fellow cultivator, is this the place to enter the territory and enlist?"

After speaking, Tian Yun grew somewhat excited and even licked his lips. "To be honest, fellow cultivator, I got lost in Cloud Heaven Immortal Splendor for years. I finally found the location of the Immortal Nation!"

"Huh?"

"Moo?!"

"Hehe."

"A great talent of the human race..."

Chen Xun and the others wore faces full of stunned amazement, then broke into amused smiles. Why did this Tian Yun seem like such a blockhead? He was even worse than Mo Fuyang had been back then. It had been many years since they had encountered such an oddball.

"My name is Chen Xun..." Chen Xun began introducing everyone one by one, exceedingly amiable. At last, he handed over a flatbread. "Fellow cultivator Tian Yun, want a flatbread? Homemade."

"Sure!" Tian Yun's eyes lit up as he hurriedly accepted it. He seemed interested in everything and did not fear that Chen Xun and the others might harm him. He was remarkably guileless, immediately taking a bite. Choking up,