In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and a rainbow light swiftly flew in, entering the gates of Haoran Heavenly Sect.
Cen Shujun raised his head, gazing at the rainbow light, a smile appearing on his face as he waved.
Shortly after, the rainbow light dispersed, revealing a figure, a middle-aged face, with a mustache and a long braid hanging behind his head.
The middle-aged man stopped in front of Cen Shujun, laughing heartily: "Brother Cen, well met!"
Cen Shujun also laughed: "Ma Zhao'an, you finally returned, nothing happened on the road, did it?"
Ma Zhao'an, looking pleased, patted his chest and said, "Ha, those people from Mu Chen Immortal Sect are all useless, how could they possibly stop me?"
Cen Shujun laughed happily: "This time, we snatched so much luck from right under Mu Chen Immortal Sect's nose, they must be furious."
"Haha, they're simply frantic with anger!"
Ma Zhao'an clapped his hands and sighed, his eyebrows dancing joyfully.
