On Mount Longhu, next to the cottage that no one had visited since Long Xuan's descent, an hunched old man suddenly appeared today.
The old man staggered to the front of the door, looked at the courtyard that was still as good as new despite no one cleaning it, smiled, and then suddenly started talking to himself.
"Since you have returned, why won't you even enter your own dwelling?"
As his words fell, a lady with a graceful figure slowly appeared, her eyes somewhat evasive, seemingly reluctant to meet the old man.
"Greetings, Sect Leader Senior Brother."
Zhao Kongming listened to these merely formal words and chuckled softly, without saying anything.
The two actually were not from the same generation; Ji Yuguang's master was a disciple on Mount Longhu who was not particularly outstanding, and his peak realm was only at Nascent Soul, having passed away thirty years ago.
