Ye Feng descended gently.
With a casual gesture, vibrant life force scattered like heavy rain, healing all the members of Misty Sect wherever it touched.
"Junior Brother, you... you really came back!"
The Old Sect Leader cried tears of joy.
At this moment, he still looked aged, like an old man at the end of his life.
"Senior Brother, I have returned as a Saint."
Ye Feng and the Old Sect Leader embraced and wept together.
This pair of senior-junior brothers, after hundreds of years, shed tears as they reunited.
"Greetings, Martial Uncle!"
"Greetings, Martial Ancestor."
The members of Misty Sect respectfully saluted.
Those in the Spirit Sea Realm and Divine Origin Realm called him Martial Uncle, while those who joined Misty Sect in the past few hundred years called him Martial Ancestor.
"No need for formality."
