No one dared to look up, no one dared to overstep.
Because the figure that reigns over the world is slowly approaching.
Look at the Daoist robe adorned, majestic and dignified.
See him imposing, with royal poise.
Looking down upon all beings, unrivaled.
"My lord... You... You have finally returned..."
When the two saw Zhang Beixing, they could no longer control themselves and burst into tears.
This moment is full of bitterness, is all sorrows.
Yet more so, it is comfort, it is anticipation.
"I'm back."
Zhang Beixing smiled gently, his tone calm and relaxed.
It seemed that his five years of seclusion had passed in the blink of an eye.
It seemed he had never left nor been away.
But only he knew the magnitude of his transformation over those five years.
"My lord, did you gain anything from your journey?"
Richard asked hastily, his eyes filled with burning admiration.
"Indeed, my lord, your current cultivation must be vastly different?"
