Great Sun Peak.
The brightest apex where the light suddenly intensifies.
Song Yin slightly extended his hand, pressing down gently, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile, his gaze as if emitting divine light, looking down upon The Mortal Realm, whispering softly, "If I were to let you all continue, it would be me who regrets it."
Centuries have not brought about the slightest change to Song Yin, who still looked just the same. Adorned in Daoist robes, wearing a great cloak, his head crowned with a tied coronet; even these garments did not possess their initial Immortal Qi, at first glance resembling just an ordinary farmer's son.
"Congratulations, Senior Brother, felicitations, Senior Brother!"
Below him were five Disciples.
Zhang Fei Xuan, Wang Qizheng, Gao Sishu, Lingdang, and Sun Jiubei bowed unanimously, showing utmost respect.
