"Greetings, Elder Chen."
After entering the wooden hut, Xue Ting immediately gave Chen Mobai a grand salute.
"Niece Xue, you need not be so courteous. It has been many years since we last met, and seeing you succeed in Foundation Establishment brings me great joy," Chen Mobai said.
Chen Mobai's impression of Xue Ting was limited to the label of a disciple of the Snow-blowing Palace, but he was always gentle in his dealings with others. He reached out and a gentle wave of spiritual power surged forth, invisibly helping her to her feet.
"Reporting to Elder Chen, ever since I left Xiao Nanshan eighteen years ago, I have been constantly reminiscing about those times," Xue Ting said with a touch of emotion after rising, which somewhat surprised Chen Mobai.
Has it really been eighteen years? He could not even remember when this disciple of the Snow-blowing Palace had come and gone.