Countless rays of golden light scattered in the wind and swept toward the crowd with the breeze.
"There's no need to be so formal. Everyone, please stand up." Jian Wushuang laughed lightly.
The tens of thousands of disciples only felt warmth on their knees. A gentle force lifted everyone up.
"Thank you, Palace Master Wushuang!" all the disciples said in unison.
The divine radiance flowing around his body was completely retracted as he flew in front of Jun Fu and Supreme Tian Yi.
Looking at the god-like figure in front of him, Supreme Jun Fu's eyes were slightly moist. He only called out to Palace Master Wushuang and secretly shed tears.
Upon seeing this, Supreme Tian Yi nudged him with his elbow and said in a low voice, "I say, old friend, Palace Master Wushuang has come out of seclusion. You should be happy. Why are you crying again?"
