A streak of light flashed across the azure sky.
"I didn't think I'd run into them again."
Xu Chang'an mused from within his escape light.
A team of nine—three Core Formation Zhenrens and six Foundation Establishment Cultivators—and he had killed seven of them in one go.
If Mo Li returned to his Sect, he would surely be questioned.
He had left a trace of his Primordial Spirit Power inside the Jade Pendant.
The Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Cyan Yang Immortal Sect would understand upon seeing it and wouldn't hold Mo Li responsible.
From the Netherworld to Canglan, from Canglan to Cyan Yang. He had wandered the Red Dust, comprehending his cultivation, for sixty years now.
Now, Xu Chang'an was preparing to return to the Red Cloud Mountain Range.
From Late-stage Core Formation back then, to Early-stage Divinity Transformation now!
Over one hundred and sixty years had passed!
He still had many old friends in the Red Cloud Mountain Range, and he wanted to go back and see them.
