Several months later, South Sea, Canglang Ruins.
"Yo, isn't this our Mr. Han, the Grand Cultivator?"
"Brother Han, you've finally deemed it suitable to leave your retreat!"
"After a hundred years of seclusion, Brother Han must have gained quite a lot, right?"
"It seems that in a short while, we'll have to start addressing you as senior."
"What senior, we should be calling Han the Supreme Elder!"
"Hahaha!"
Within a private room of a tavern, a group of cultivators gathered, their lively banter never-ending.
With a smile in his eyes, Han Li sat amidst everyone, exchanging cups and toasting with several old friends. In midst of mirth, he also sighed nostalgically, "In the cave, there are neither sun nor moon, cultivation blinds one to the passing years, time flies, time flies indeed!"
Upon hearing this, a few old friends burst into teasing laughter again.
"Brother Han is merely how old, and yet he's lamenting about the passage of time?"
