"Xiaoliang, it's been so long! You finally got to pursue your ambitions—it's really something to celebrate," the scholar said with a smile as he entered the tent.
"Brother Ziyu! How did you get here!" Hu Shengliang seemed still somewhat incredulous, and for good reason—the man before him was a renowned prodigy from Qingqiu, who had always been practicing in the ancestral lands, and the two childhood friends had not seen each other for many years.
"Our ancestor foresaw the obstacles you would face in Shencheng and decided to send help. I had just finished my retreat and thought, having not seen you for so many years, it was a good opportunity to thick-skinnedly ask for this assignment," Su Ziyu said with a smile.
"Ah! This matter even surprised our ancestor?" Hu Shengliang found it hard to believe. This was a being who had lived for countless years, a true Immortal God, and yet he was sending help for their minor issue.
