"Hehe, this Daoist has finally regained his freedom, and naturally wishes to travel around and live a life of leisure like the floating clouds and wild cranes," Xuan Zhenzi said with a laugh. His appearance was still that of the same handsome and elegant young man from thirty years ago, making his smile particularly delightful to behold.
"Then Mystic Hollow Palace in the future..." Jingci started to say that Mystic Hollow Palace would always welcome him back, but suddenly remembered that Xuanxu Zi had died at the hands of Xuan Zhenzi. Who would be in charge of Mystic Hollow Palace in the future was uncertain, so it seemed presumptuous of him to say such a thing. Thus, he swallowed the rest of his words, but to the others it sounded like he was worrying about the future of Mystic Hollow Palace.