"It's him, the Holy Young Master!"
The Immortal Scholar couldn't believe it.
The Shi Xiaole who had been blown to ashes, not only had not died but had become a Supreme Lord in just over fifty short years. Could this be true?
Even with the Immortal Scholar's experience and composure, he found it too incredible to be true, faker than a lie, almost absurd.
Fairy Xinluo, Red Jade Saint, and the other five Holy Envoys all had eyes red with emotion.
With the life and death of the Holy Monarch couple uncertain, the Holy Young Master was their closest kin. The appearance of Shi Xiaole greatly uplifted them, as if the Holy Monarch himself had descended, giving them a sliver of faint hope amidst their despair.
"Brother Shi, you really are, full of surprises!"
Zhang Xiangfeng's eyes blurred, his chest swelled with a kind of intense emotion that demanded release.