Xu Zimei lifted his head and looked at the huge object that lay silent in this part of the world, his heart filled with emotion.
It seemed no matter how much he wandered outside, this place was like his home, where he had grown up since childhood, and where his parents were.
When the Dark Heaven Tiger entered the sect gate, the disciples guarding the entrance immediately stopped it.
"Halt, who are you?"
Xu Zimei slowly lifted his head from the back of the Dark Heaven Tiger, and those two disciples were immediately stunned in place.
"Saint Heir, you've returned."
Xu Zimei nodded slightly.
"Greetings to the Saint Heir," the two disciples quickly saluted and allowed him to pass.
Watching Xu Zimei's retreating back, the two disciples whispered to each other.
"The Saint Heir has returned at this time, I wonder if he will participate in the grand competition."
"He probably won't. The competition is probably almost over by now."
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