Chen Xun abruptly turned his head and let out a low growl, undisguised excitement showing on his face.
Not far away, a tall, imposing man appeared in the skies. He wore a deep-black Daoist robe, as profound as the night sky.
The fabric was luxurious, embroidered with silver-thread patterns that gave it a solemn yet elegant air. Its high collar and flowing lines outlined his sharply defined face, while a faint breeze stirred at his cuffs.
Starlight seemed to glimmer in his eyes. The instant he saw Chen Xun, he too became immensely excited. A thick black beard now framed his face, giving off an aura of maturity and resolve.
This man was none other than Mo Yehan. The boyishness of that year no longer existed. Having shed all worldly polish, he now radiated majesty and dominance, while the faintly weathered eyes held countless tales carved by time.
A woman stood at his side, her eyes like clear, tranquil lakes. Her ink-black hair hung to her waist like flowing tassels.
A faint smile touched her lips. With red lips and white teeth, she exuded a gentle, warm presence, like sunlight piercing the clouds and spilling across the earth.
This woman was Mo Yehan's fiancée, Ling Qiuchu, a core disciple of the Jade Terrace Immortal Palace.
Standing together, they were simply a match made in heaven. Mo Yehan's majesty and the woman's gentleness complemented one another, radiating a harmonious yet powerful air that stirred longing in all who saw them.
In but a moment, they slowly drifted down to the ground.
Ling Qiuchu looked at Chen Xun with slightly brightened eyes, respect evident within them. The Dao Ancestor's deeds had spread throughout the Desolate Heaven Domain: at the Celestial Venerable Realm, he had fought two hundred Star Sea Celestial Venerables at