「Several days later.」
Wang Xiu walked out of his house.
"WOOF!"
Yan Ji, who had been lying at the door, scrambled to her feet when she heard it open. Gazing at Wang Xiu, a hint of curiosity flashed in her eyes.
To her, her Master seemed different. He was still as handsome as ever, but something felt off. Perhaps it was his temperament, or maybe it was his eyes. They had grown deeper, like an abyss, so intimidating that one dared not meet his gaze for long, lest they be completely drawn in.
Wang Xiu patted Yan Ji's head and walked out of the courtyard. From a distance, he could already hear a clamor of activity. Spirit Turtle Peak was far livelier now than it had been in previous days.
The news of Wang Xiu's return had spread. Many Immortal Sects from the Southern Domain had sent envoys to pay him a visit. However, they had not been able to meet him, as Wang Xiu had been in seclusion.
