In front, all twelve Spirit Transformation cultivators in this Minor Thousand World bowed to the ground.
A ripple stirred in their hearts, reminding them of many things from the past.
Three thousand years is a long time for Spirit Transformation cultivators; half of their lifespan had passed, and they had already entered the half-century mark of Spirit Transformation cultivators.
However, it is as such.
They still dare not forget Tushan.
Because forgetting Tushan, forgetting Tushan Law, means death.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's been a long time."
"Please rise."
Jiang Ding nodded slightly.
In his heart, a faint sigh.
These old friends, the last time he met them, were just over a thousand years into the Spirit Transformation stage, full of ambition, like the youth of a person—seemingly with countless possibilities for the future.
Yet, in these short three thousand years, a trace of old age had appeared on them.
