Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

This person was none other than Chief Seat Lu Zhengyan of the Supreme Simplicity Dao.

His expression froze for just an instant, and an emotion rose in his eyes that was impossible to fully read, a regret, a longing suppressed for more years than anyone could know.

But all of this lasted less than a single breath before it receded like a tide.

Lu Zhengyan withdrew his gaze and slowly turned to face Chen Qing.

"How did you find him? Could you tell me in detail?"

The cold hardness had left his voice.

Chen Qing cupped his fists and held nothing back, going through everything that had happened outside the Falling Star Abyss one by one, from stumbling upon the stone stele in the aftermath of the elemental qi storm, to the fight to the death with the Crimson Howl, and finally finding that skeleton leaning against the cliff wall in the shadow of a black giant stone.

When he had finished, he drew from the Cosmic Myriad Manifestations Diagram the identity token and the two talismans and presented them with both hands.

Lu Zhengyan reached out and accepted them.