[𝐅𝐅] 𝐖𝐮𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫]

𝐖𝐮𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧 [𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐕𝐞𝐫]

The drizzle slowly turned into heavy rain, the water droplets slid through the empty space between the cracked white armor and the thick robe like heavy hands dragging him onto the wet ground. That man felt nothing. No pain, no joy, no sadness, not even coldness. Jun Wu stared blankly at the wetland in front of him. He should have been sealed under TongLu Mountain, but he managed to get out. After all, a celestial emperor as well as a top tier demon wouldn't be able to die that easily.

His feet along the muddy road, the one place he now wants to go is the back of the mountain, the place where he once took shelter to study. But it just stopped.

The rain no longer fell on the earth, even the ground on its feet was no longer muddy ground. Strange, he saw a beautiful shadow with trees and grass growing beautifully, but what made his heart ache was the shadow of that person.

Only, it was too real to be called an illusion. Flower braided hair, fluttering white robes, even that gesture. It's not an illusion.

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That figure was none other than Head Priest WuYong, Crown Prince WuYong's teacher Jun Wu. The figure was remembering the incident that had just happened and made him a little shocked, his feelings this time couldn't be put into words. Looking back at Jun Wu's figure battling with his disciple, Crown Prince XianLe and the last time he heard about him being confined under the TongLu mountain made him keep daydreaming.

Go quietly, pensive under the beautiful trees to calm down. The wind blew gently against his face, blowing the strands of his slightly loose hair, his white robe fluttering in the direction of the wind.

He took a deep breath, but he felt something. It was like the aura of someone he had known well for thousands of years of his life, felt very familiar. His heart yearned, wanted to turn around but his body could not follow his wishes. Until the voice he longed for was heard,

"What are you doing here, little priest?" Jun Wu's voice sounded hoarse, he was trying to determine whether the shadow was indeed someone he knew or just an illusion of his eyes.

Clearly, very clearly it was his voice. The thought of the one called the little priest.

Not getting any answer made that man in armor a little dissatisfied, though his face still looked the same. His feet stepped back, shortening his distance from someone he called the 'little priest'.

Mei NianQing's heart skipped a beat as the footsteps drew closer, eroding the distance between the two of them.

"Guoshi.. Little Priest.. what are you doing here?" Jun Wu stood tall in front of Mei Nian Qing who was standing with his back to him, now he could see clearly. The face of an immortal who doesn't age, is still beautiful as it was 2000 years ago, someone he once yearned for.

Mei NianQing didn't budge. His fists clenched so hard that his fingernails turned white.

"Shouldn't you be going with them?"
Another question came back, toneless and expressionless but demanding a definite answer. Jun Wu had thought that Mei Nian Qing might come to punish him, but the Guoshi didn't respond. Only his heart warmed from hearing the voice he used to love to hear.