Monica, with her eye band on, couldn't see the scene ahead, but from that brief moment of divine sense contact, she saw Yang Fei.
Hearing Yang Fei's voice at this moment, a small curve formed at the corner of her mouth, and she spoke, "Yes, it's been a long time, Mr. Yang."
"Although it's only been over a decade, the world has changed drastically, completely different now, and for more than ten years we haven't heard any news from you Western cultivators. I didn't expect you all to still be alive," Yang Fei remarked with emotion.
Even though he had already reached the peak of the late-stage Foundation Establishment and was a true cultivator, he never considered himself as such; he still felt like a mere mortal, flesh and blood, and always felt a deep sense of reflection at the tremendous changes on Earth over the years.
