He was no longer the hot-blooded, passion-filled youth he had been that year.
Time had carved mark after mark upon his heart, grinding down his sharpness and tempering away his impulsiveness. Everything had become passing clouds and drifting smoke, replaced by a profound stillness.
Yet Qian Shan still could not see through him from afar. Chen Xun helplessly shook his head and sighed, his deep gaze passing through layer upon layer of mountains toward the distant horizon.
The scenery there might be even more magnificent, but it was also far more complicated.
No matter how many schemes came, they could simply hide in the Five Elements Sect for a while. Why should the heart of an immortal cultivator be held so high...
"Shuiyu, leave this child to me."
Chen Xun lowered his eyes and looked deeply at the male infant, softly calling his name. "Qian Wuhen, little fellow, are you willing to enter my Five Elements Sect?"
He smiled gently, his voice carrying a trace of expectation.
"Yee... yah yah!!" The male infant smiled along with him, pure and beautiful.
His eyes were filled with curiosity and a desire to explore, as if telling Chen Xun that he was willing—willing to wait in the Five Elements Sect for his elder brother's return.
"Brother Xun, he can understand you." Little Crimson lay behind them, slight surprise in its eyes. "During all those years we were on the run, he always seemed unable to understand anything we said."
"Yes." Qionghua Shuiyu's eyes shimmered with gentle, mysterious light, reflecting upon Qian Wuhen's tender little face.
Chen Xun chuckled, stroking the forehead of this male infant who looked like a porcelain doll with two fingers. "Two Immortal Dao Sources are entangled within his body. That is the fundamental reason for Qian Wuhen's slow growth