"Where...where have you been all these years?"
"Ever since you came back from that new Secret Land, we haven't seen you. I thought something might have happened to you."
The thin old man trembled slightly. He had always treated Lu Xuan like a nephew. His sudden disappearance at the time greatly upset him.
"Old He, I was noticed by a disciple from a great sect in the Secret Land. I had an opportunity to join the sect, but there was an unexpected attack by a Demon Envoy. To avoid the turmoil of the Wang Family, I rushed to the sect," Lu Xuan said, a hint of guilt in his voice.
He sensed the strong concern in the old man's tone. Sensing a fluctuation, he turned to the thin old man and said, "Old He, let's find somewhere else to catch up. It's too noisy here."
"That's him! He purposely brought a spiritual plant to make trouble in the Hundred Herbs Hall! Get him out of here!"
The arrogant middle-aged cultivator approached the hall, accompanied by two high-tier Qi cultivators.
