Zhao Rui was the first to leap down.
He suppressed his breath slightly and looked around.
He saw a group of Emei Sword Sect disciples, along with several high-ranking monks and nuns, looking right at them.
One of the nuns formed a Hand Formula and pointed a finger; a longsword automatically flew into her hand.
Who else could it be but Nun Lejing!
"My apologies for making you masters wait. I am deeply grateful!"
Zhao Rui said politely, clasping his hands in a salute.
"It is no trouble. Donor Zhao, your fortune is profound indeed to have returned from the Land of Return. It is truly astonishing. This humble monk is Wisdom. A pleasure to meet you, Donor Zhao. Please, come inside the temple to rest."
The lead monk said with a smile, reciting a Buddhist chant.
"Thank you, Master!"
Zhao Rui didn't stand on ceremony. 'This is a favor I can repay later.'
"Master, it's good to see you're well! It's been over a year, but your Sword Qi is as magnificent as ever!"
