Black Wind Mountain.
Taichu Dojo.
With Xuanqing's return, everyone seemed to have a backbone, returning to their normalcy.
After returning from Ling Mountain, he didn't quit the game, but rested in his own Dao court, waiting for the Ancestor Master's news.
In a blink of an eye.
A month passed.
Suddenly, Xuanqing opened his eyes.
Outside the main hall stood two elders with similar auras, both full of immortal style and nature, one of whom was Taishang Laojun.
Huh?
There's someone else by Ancestor Master's side?
"Grand Master!"
Xuanqing rose from the cushion, took one step forward respectfully, then looked at the person next to Taishang Laojun with a questioning gaze.
"Who is this...?"
Upon hearing this.
Without waiting for Taishang Laojun to speak, the elder beside him, who was also of immortal style, said: "Good lad, which race from the Endless Chaos do you belong to? Your physical body is quite formidable."
At these words.
