"Jixuan?"
The large array behind opened up, and an old Daoist with white hair hurriedly rushed in.
Wang Jixuan turned around, a faint smile appearing on his face.
The old Daoist met his gaze, tears welling up in his eyes as he trembled, "It's really you! Jixuan, you haven't died?"
In Wang Jixuan's heart, a clear pool formed, and he bowed his head reverently, "Master Uncle, your disciple has returned."
"Quickly rise! Rise up!"
The old Daoist stepped forward to help Wang Jixuan stand. Despite his late-stage Tribulation Crossing cultivation, his Dao Heart should not have wavered, yet the old Daoist could not contain himself.
Back then, Wang Jixuan insisted on facing the Heavenly Tribulation, and he couldn't stop him, leaving a thorn in his heart.
After Wang Jixuan's master was besieged and killed, he, this Master Uncle, had been taking care of Wang Jixuan;
