How about letting Old Ascender slap himself in celebration?
With this thought, Zhang Ze stood up and didn't look for a beating. Instead, he asked about serious matters, rubbing his hands as he asked, "Sect Leader, where have you been this past year? And why are you appearing here?"
Chen Qianhu was taken aback by Zhang Ze's question.
"Am I not in the Sword Sect?"
After Chen Qianhu's words, there was a long silence in the core cabin.
Zhang Ze, "Hmm?"
Looking at his own Old Ascender, Zhang Ze suddenly felt something strange again. His elder was clearly here and even saved him, yet didn't know about anything—what was going on?
Zhang Ze suspected he might still be trapped in a mental obstacle and hadn't escaped from it. He took a step back and scrutinized his own Old Ascender with suspicion.
Zhang Ze didn't like sitting in forgetfulness nor being unable to distinguish clarity.
