Everyone followed Ling Quan's gaze.
They saw a man in blue robes, standing quietly between heaven and earth. His expression was serene, a faint smile played on his lips, and he slowly walked forward.
"Brother Wen?" Zhao Hao couldn't help but exclaim happily upon seeing the newcomer.
The students of Qig Mountain Academy were also delighted to see Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye nodded to Zhao Hao, then his gaze shifted to the crowd. People were gathered around a central figure, like stars orbiting the moon. Yann Xiangyang was standing beside this person, his eyes fixed on him, his brows tightly knitted.
The man was dressed in magnificent clothes, his features carrying a heroic air. His eyes, which had been closed, suddenly snapped open, shooting out two bolts of lightning that seemed to pierce Wen Qingye. He raised an eyebrow and said, "Wen Qingye?"
Wen Qingye was still smiling. He nodded. "Wen Tongyu. It's been a while."
