"Where is he?"
Zhang Tianhua suddenly stood up from his seat, his face filled with excitement.
In the past, Mo Wangchen had taken good care of him. After Xuantian was established as a holy place, he regarded Mo as a close friend. Unfortunately, he had gone into seclusion to pursue the Great Dao and never got to see Mo Wangchen before he left.
Unexpectedly, after sixty years, Mo had returned and arrived at Xuantian.
"He's still waiting outside the mountain gate..."
The disciple who came in to report replied cautiously, feeling immensely surprised inside.
By the Saint Heir's reaction, it seemed he really knew the visitor and that the visitor had a significant background?
Fortunately, he did not say anything offensive about Mo Wangchen earlier; otherwise, it would have been troublesome.
"Quickly, take me there. I must personally welcome him!" Zhang Tianhua said.
