Two hundred years hurried by, in the blink of an eye.
Mi Yun Mountain.
"Brother Xiao, wait for me."
Xiao Jingyi steered the flying boat towards the direction of the Mountain Gate, as a streak of escaping light rapidly approached from behind and descended towards him.
He turned his head for a glance, recognizing a familiar face—it was his junior fellow disciple, Yang Xiuan.
"Brother Xiao, it's been a hundred years. Is everything well with you?"
Yang Xiuan landed on the flying boat, looking at Xiao Jingyi, he couldn't help but raise his hand in a salute.
"Junior Brother Yang."
Looking at Yang Xiuan, Xiao Jingyi didn't dare to presume, and hurriedly returned the salute, "I am well, how about you, Junior Brother?"
During the conversation, he was sizing up the other party.
As a cultivator, the journey of cultivation is a process of ceaselessly perfecting one's own life.
