At this thought, Lin Chang'an secretly decided that upon his return, he would first strive to break through in the realm of talismans, cementing his position before considering anything else.
"However, the mana aura of that veiled female cultivator just now, there was no mistake! Yun Yao is back?"
It had been almost three years since their last farewell.
Just as Lin Chang'an was walking down the street of the market, lost in thought, a familiar transmission reached his ears.
"Brother Lin, it's been a long time."
The short seven words echoed by his ear, causing Lin Chang'an's expression to pause. Then he slowly lifted his head and saw by the window of the Gathering Immortals Tower.
A familiar figure in white cloud-like vigorous attire, at that moment, was raising a cup in a distant toast.
"Mr. Yun."
Lin Chang'an also broke into a smile. In the Immortal Cultivation Realm for so many years, there were only a few he could truly call friends.
