Li Hao frowned slightly.
He remembered telling Xue'er that there was no need for her to ask his master to come down from the mountain and stand up for him.
It was pointless.
After an eight-year absence, Jian Wudao once again stepped into this courtyard.
Upon entering Mountain and River Courtyard, he saw the young man lying leisurely on a recliner in the sun, looking quite content.
He had thought that such a youth should be practicing all the time; he never expected to see him so relaxed.
But perhaps it was the calm before the storm, a final respite before the impending battle.
Behind Jian Wudao, four figures followed, all disciples of his, three men and a woman. The one with the highest level of cultivation had already entered the Three Immortal Realms as well.
All four of them likewise observed Li Hao, eyes revealing surprise and curiosity.
"Brother Hao."
