Daoist Guanshan dusted off his robes, bowed to Hong Baichuan, and said solemnly, "I have never forgotten how you took that palm strike for me all those years ago."
Hearing this, Xu Yunfan had a revelation. 'No wonder the Celestial Craft Cave chose to relocate to Lingnan Dao.'
The Sect Leader of the Profound Daoist Sect owed such a great debt, so of course he wouldn't refuse. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, with a strong personal connection to boot.
The Celestial Craft Cave would naturally benefit from setting up here. At the very least, they wouldn't face any obstruction—especially since Hong Baichuan had brought one of the Celestial Craft Cave's foundational treasures with him today.
A nostalgic look appeared on Hong Baichuan's face, and he couldn't help but sigh. "Speaking of which, it's been nearly forty years since we last saw each other, hasn't it?"
Daoist Guanshan said, "Yes, it has been forty years."
"Forty years."
