Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Tianbao City, a window-facing private room on the top floor of Immortal Gathering Pavilion.

Shen Xiuyong and Qiao Hongyun sat facing each other. The spirit tea before them had already cooled slightly, yet neither had touched it.

The two occasionally exchanged glances, their gazes complex, containing both the anticipation of old friends reuniting after many years and a trace of nervousness and sentiment.

They had both received Ruan Lingxiu's message arranging to meet here.

"Seven or eight years, hasn't it been?" Shen Xiuyong stroked his teacup, breaking the silence in a low voice.

"Mm."

Qiao Hongyun gazed out the window, his eyes somewhat distant, "Since we last parted at Ten Thousand Poisons Marsh, she returned to her clan. After that there was no more news. I never expected... she would actually become a True Disciple of Tianbao Upper Sect, ranked ninth."

His tone carried sentiment and a trace of deeply buried loneliness.

That gentle woman who had once traveled with them, laughing and chatting freely, had now become an existence they needed to look up to.