"Phew..."
The Big White Dog quickly dodged, causing Mo Wangchen to kick the air.
Obviously, it had known about Mo Wangchen’s arrival for so ti and was already prepared when he attempted the kick.
It barked angrily, turned around, and glared at Mo Wangchen, saying, "Kid, after all these years, is this how you greet your Emperor?"
Back in the day, it was often kicked around by Mo Wangchen, and it still held a grudge.
"Looks like you’ve been too idle over the years, hanging out with kids and spinning tall tales?" Mo Wangchen said with a laugh.
"Haha, nine hundred years, man, I was bored to death. Damn, you’re finally back," the Big White Dog said, wagging its tail eagerly as it ran over to Mo Wangchen with a flattering expression.
"Woof! Kid, did you bring any souvenirs for your Emperor?"
It stuck out a big red tongue, squatting in front of Mo Wangchen, "Nothing too fancy, just a few Holy Path Ancestor Artifacts will do. I’m not picky."
"Get lost, souvenirs? What do you think I was doing?" Mo Wangchen rolled his eyes and ignored it.
"Impossible! Damn, you were gone for nine hundred years, traveled through nine different eras. Knowing your character, there’s no way you’d co back empty-handed. Your Emperor doesn’t believe you don’t have any Ancestor Artifacts on you," the Big White Dog grumbled, displeased.
"Why would I lie to you?"
Mo Wangchen sighed, "During these nine hundred years, I didn’t get anything. Even if I did, I couldn’t bring it back..."
"Puppy, who is this big brother?"
All around, a group of children gathered, all looking curiously at Mo Wangchen.
"Him? He’s that mysterious and powerful figure everyone’s been talking about. This kid’s been away for nine hundred years and didn’t even think to bring sothing for your Emperor when he ca back. When you grow up, rember not to be like this kid. If you step into the Cultivation World and make a na for yourself, don’t forget to show so respect to your Emperor," the Big White Dog grumbled, disgruntled.
However, at this mont, no one was listening to it; all the children had crowded around Mo Wangchen.
"Wow! Big brother, are you that mysterious expert from the Human Clan?"
"Many people say you killed several Demigod-level powerhouses from the Ancient Clan. I don’t really get it, but for so reason, it sounds really impressive. Big brother, I’ve started cultivating, too. Can I be as aweso as you in the future?"
"..."
A bunch of kids chirped nonstop, leaving Mo Wangchen with a face full of surprise.
These children were no older than six or seven years old. From what he knew before, children on the Holy Mountain were almost secluded from the world. How co now they all seem well-versed in the Cultivation World?
"Alright, alright, you little troublemakers, what are you fussing about? Focus on your studies," the Big White Dog barked a few tis before leading Mo Wangchen away from there.
"Thirteen?!"
Shortly after, they ran into Wu Lingfeng walking towards them.
Initially, seeing the Big White Dog with soone else, he felt strange, but as he got closer and saw Mo Wangchen, he was taken aback.
"Is it really you?"
Wu Lingfeng couldn’t believe it. Soone who had been gone for nine hundred years had suddenly returned.
"Long ti no see," Mo Wangchen nodded with a smile.
He had already seen Wu Lingfeng right after he returned but hadn’t approached him for a reunion then.
Afterwards, led by the Big White Dog, they arrived at a backyard.
"Alright, enough with the chatter. This kid’s been gone for nine hundred years; now he’s finally back. There’s plenty of ti to talk later," the Big White Dog said, interrupting the conversation between Wu Lingfeng and Mo Wangchen.
"You know Thirteen’s been gone for nine hundred years, and now that he’s back, you’re not letting us catch up?" Wu Lingfeng was imdiately displeased. Over the past nine hundred years, he had repeatedly asked about Mo Wangchen, but this damned dog hadn’t said a word.
"Call the old friends over. It’s been nine hundred years; who knows how they’re doing now..."
Mo Wangchen smiled. After being away for nine hundred years, this realm had probably changed a lot, and he wondered how many of his old friends he could still contact.
Nine hundred years is enough to change many things. Everyone has grown in one way or another. Nowadays, the relationship between the Ancient Clan and Human Clan has beco increasingly delicate, with daily disputes. These friends probably haven’t been free from the troubles brought by the Ancient Clan.
Quickly, Mo Wangchen sent out the news, secretly notifying his old friends.
In less than three days, the first person arrived. It was a woman, her appearance stunning. Over the nine hundred years, her looks hadn’t changed much, but she seed even more charming.
"Brother Mo."
The woman was none other than Tian Xinzhi. Seeing Mo Wangchen, she was very excited.
Over the nine hundred years, she knew even less about where he had gone than Wu Lingfeng did.
Mo Wangchen smiled and said, "After all these years, Miss Xinzhi, you’ve beco even more enchanting..."
Soon, the Green Emperor also arrived, becoming the second old friend to reach the Holy Mountain. Now, he was a Demigod-level powerhouse, one of those rare talents of the contemporary Human Clan.
The Green Emperor’s renown was notably greater than the other disciples. Over the years, he often traveled outside and had many conflicts with the Ancient Clan. As a result, he was frequently a topic in people’s conversations, often related to conflict.
"Master!"
On the fifth day, Fang Han arrived too. Although his Martial Arts hadn’t progressed much, his Alchemy Dao had reached the pinnacle. He was now a Holy Rank, Fourth Grade Alchemy Dao Master, known throughout the Daluo Heaven Realm.
"Does Senior Fang Yuan know I’m back?" Mo Wangchen asked.
Fang Han shook his head, "Father has been in seclusion for a hundred years, and I didn’t inform him when I ca."
Although he saved Fang Yuan back in the day, Fang Yuan had also helped him greatly later on, sothing Mo Wangchen dared not forget.
Nine hundred years ago, Fang Yuan was already a Demigod-level powerhouse. Now, with dramatic changes in Heaven and Earth, everyone’s cultivation had advanced rapidly. For soone like Fang Yuan, who had reached Demigod status nine hundred years ago, his cultivation must have beco much stronger, unfathomable even.
After Fang Han, another person arrived, the Saintess Mu Ruqing of the Ancient Martial Mu Family. Although she hadn’t spent much ti with Mo Wangchen, they did enter the God Burial Tomb together in the past, later freeing the Big White Dog from the Restricted Zone together.
Besides Mo Wangchen, Mu Ruqing was probably the one who knew the most about the Big White Dog among those left.
"Woof!"
Seeing Mu Ruqing arrive, the Big White Dog barked, "Young lady, you’ve grown into quite the figure. Good thing your Emperor didn’t take a bite out of you back then."
Mu Ruqing directly ignored it. Back in the God Burial Tomb, this damned dog was so starved it was nothing but skin and bones, and indeed had ntioned eating her but was ultimately stopped by Mo Wangchen.
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