Chaotic Sect, fine drizzle falling, the entire mountain dyed in frost-kissed maple hues.
Ning Daoran and the Big Stupid Deer ascended step by step, just as when they had first entered the mountain gate during their Qi Refinement days. However, unlike the unease and trepidation of the past, now their hearts brimmed with unshakable confidence about the Supreme Path ahead.
"Greetings, Ancestor Ning!"
On both sides of the path, disciples of the Chaotic Sect continuously knelt to offer their greetings.
"No need for such formalities."
Ning Daoran lightly flicked his sleeve, helping the kneeling disciples back to their feet. Then, together with the Big Stupid Deer, he headed straight for Purple Cloud Peak.
...
A streak of blood-red tunneling light descended lightly.
A figure in a flowing purple gown, exuding unparalleled immortal grace, appeared—it was none other than Chen Xiyao, who had reached the mid-stage of Nascent Soul.
"Xiyao pays respects to Grandfather!"
