"Zi Ning, I'm back."
Shen Xuan smiled, reached out and gently stroked the branches, communicating softly with his Divine Thought.
"Island Master, didn't you say this trip would take as long as ten years? How is it that you've returned in less than two?"
Zi Ning's voice came, tinged with joy and a trace of curiosity.
"Everything went smoothly, so I came back early."
Shen Xuan gave a simple reply.
Then he turned sideways and introduced Yang Huofeng: "This is Yang Huofeng, the Direct Disciple of an old acquaintance of mine. She is returning to the island with me this time and will be staying for a while."
Before disembarking, Shen Xuan had already agreed with Yang Huofeng that the two of them would no longer address each other under the name of master and disciple.
Although Yang Huofeng felt somewhat lost inside, she did not dare disobey.
That night, a small family banquet was set up in the Cold Ice Cave.
