"It's really you, Lord!"

Hua Yan exclaimed, his eyes full of shock. He thought he would never see the temple Lord again, but he never wanted to meet him at the moment of death. The endless pain that he had been forced by his will suddenly broke out in his heart.

"elder Taishang, why are you the only one flying to the fairyland?"

the middle-aged man looked stunned. He thought that the temple master in Hua Yan's mouth was a horrible existence, but he didn't think he was just a young man.

"the elders worried about the safety of the temple master, so they asked me to fly up to...