Within the ancient city in the distance, cries of alarm arose, lamps swayed, and countless cultivators' figures swiftly darted here.
The purple-armored youth seemed as if he were dreaming, looking before him.
The figure in a green robe stood with hands behind his back, the hem of his clothes fluttering, suspended in the dark void and looking on with a smile.
Who else could it be but him?
The shock and joy in his heart were indescribable, yet instinctively, he folded his hands respectfully, just as had been done countless times before, and said with reverence:
"Qian Baimao, a salute to Taoist Master Taiyi!"
Upon hearing the words of the purple-armored youth, the ugly white-armored cultivator beside him was first stunned, then suddenly awakened, his heart surging with waves of emotion.
"Is this the one, the Taoist Master who single-handedly subdued the two Great Realms?"
He hurriedly followed suit in salutation:
"…A salute to the Taoist Master!"
