Liu Xinglong stood in place, a joyful expression on his face. But his lips moved a second later, yet no words came out. He remained silent for a moment, observing the place where Han Ye was currently seated.
His demeanor suddenly turned respectful, and he greeted:
"Greetings, Immortal!"
This courtesy and reverence left Han Ye somewhat dazed, as if he could travel back to many years ago, the day when he just arrived at Langlang Village, and his initial regret of selling his life.
"Immortal, do you two know each other?"
The dignified, middle-aged man in the brocade robe in the lead sensed the two men's demeanors and asked curiously.
"We met many years ago."
Han Ye spoke with a somewhat complicated expression.
"You've met before, why didn't you say anything earlier? We were so estranged from the Immortal and thought we were the forgetful ones neglecting him!"
The middle-aged man in the brocade robe chided Liu Xinglong and turned to look at Han Ye with a welcoming smile:
