Unaware that his true identity had already been guessed by Yang shi and the others, Zhang Xuan was currently soaring through the air with his direct disciples following behind him.
It had already been a month since Liu Yang had been inaugurated as Sovereign Chen Yong of the Otherworldly Demonic Tribe.
A new year had just arrived, so the entire capital was filled with joyful bustle.
Over the past month, Zhang Xuan had been offering pointers to his direct disciples, and for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to the days in the Tianxuan Kingdom.
There were no grudges, no responsibilities, and no obligations. There were only the simple interactions between a teacher and his students. Each and every day was passed swimming in an ocean of knowledge, indulging in the simple joys of grasping a new move or learning a new cultivation technique.
