In the crowd, a nondescript young man slowly emerged. He was dressed in plain clothes, without a speck of dust, and his calm eyes were like still water, devoid of ripples.
His voice was not loud, yet it instantly drew the gaze of everyone present.
Zhou Dao's expression changed slightly; he was all too familiar with this figure.
Back then, in the capital, he had met the fortune-telling young man, Li Xuan.
"You've finally come?" Zhou Dao murmured softly to himself.
"I've seen Senior Brother Wang Tong."
Suddenly, disciples from the Four Great Taoist Gates bowed one after another to the nondescript young man. Even Yuan Qiuchan and others showed a respectful demeanor and moved to stand in front of him.
"Primordial King, it has been a long time since our parting in the capital."
Wang Tong raised his head, looking at Zhou Dao who stood aloof in the void, and spoke with a solemn voice.
His demeanor was like that of old friends reuniting, reminiscing about the parting of ways.