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"Is the Honored Master still sitting there?" Chong Yuan and the others went in and out of Dao Peak, and their gaze inadvertently glanced towards the summit, where they still saw someone sitting cross-legged.
"Yes, the Honored Master has been sitting there for almost a year now," Hai Kun murmured.
They, who had earlier gone to explore the Secret Realm, had all returned safely decades ago, and additionally, they had acquired quite a few treasures within the Secret Realm, making this mission quite profitable.
"Blown by the wind and beaten by the rain for a year, without a single movement, I think the Honored Master is fast becoming a stone," the smiling young man Wei Ming said.
"I think it looks a bit like it!" the refined middle-aged Wei Feng said with a slight smile.
At this moment, Yang Ji indeed resembled a stone—in fact, to be more precise, he had become a stone without a Primordial Spirit.
