Are you really trying to cultivate immortality? Something feels off.

Tan Suiting froze on the spot.

His heterochromatic pupils dilated, and a layer of bewildered blankness lingered in his eyes.

It was a shock that caught me completely off guard, almost to the point of being stunned.

Xie Weixing's long, ink-black hair flew about, with a strand of silver-white hair falling diagonally from her forehead. Her clothes were mainly ink-black, with a light blue and white trim on the inner layer and a light blue woven ribbon collar.

He stood beside the sect's giant rock, his long, slender wrist resting on a golden longbow. A slight smile played on his lips as he spoke with a mocking tone: "I thought it was some earth-shattering grudge, that you were in such a hurry like a pig's backside on fire. Turns out, it's just a robbery?"

Before everyone could react, the long-dormant dragon scales on the boulder suddenly awoke.

The whip glowed bright red, and upon closer listening, one could even hear a faint dragon's roar.

The next moment, it instantly broke through the air, wrapped around Tan Suiting's shoulder, and then quickly returned to Xie Weixing's waist.

While searching for his master, he didn't forget to flirt with His Highness the Crown Prince.

"So, you're the one who stole this dragon scale," Ni Ziyuan said in a deep voice. "Ignorant brat, return it at once!"

Xie Weixing raised an eyebrow slightly: "Don't get so angry."

He sheathed his bow and arrows, landed steadily at the entrance of Feng Hua Sect, and put his arm around Tan Suiting: "Where are the dragon scales? They belong to me and my junior brother, so naturally we can't give them to you."

His movements were so practiced, as if he had never left before.

Tan Suiting had no time to pay attention to Su Yuzong and the others. He stared blankly at Xie Weixing, his gaze following Xie Weixing closely, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

The person before me had slightly upturned peach blossom eyes, red lips and white teeth, and a complexion as white and warm as jade from staying in the Spring of Worldly Spirits for too long. He also had long eyelashes and a handsome nose.

Even the faint fragrance on her body remained unchanged, just as pleasant and reassuring as before.

Senior brother.

Tan Suiting's fingers trembled slightly as he held Feng Lian's.

He really is my senior.

It's not a dream.

My senior brother is really back.

Xie Weixing felt the burning gaze of a certain little dragon and turned his head to take a look.

You won't know until you see it, and once you do, your heart skips a beat.

Xie Weixing raised his hand and gently pinched Tan Suiting's cheek with his fingertips, his brows furrowed, showing an unusual seriousness.

"Where's the meat? Dragon Lord, how come you've gotten so thin?"

Oh my god, where are the baby's cheeks?

[You two should just keep being all lovey-dovey like this, oblivious to everyone else.]

[After four years, when you saw your wife, you practically glued your eyes to her.]

[Tan Suiting practically licked Xie Weixing from head to toe with his eyes.]

[Long'er is quick-witted]

Tan Suiting, who had been aloof and indifferent just moments before, instantly softened his demeanor.

The sword in his hand drooped half an inch, its sharp edge trembling slightly. The murderous aura that had just filled his eyes suddenly faded, and he stammered blankly, "...Kunkun."

"Hey, I'm here," Xie Weixing replied, waving his hands around him. "Long time no see. I never thought that after I've been gone for four years, everyone would be so pathetic, and we'd still be beaten up by a bunch of idiots."

Everyone: ?

Nie Zhao was amused by the situation. He raised his phoenix eyes slightly, and the phoenix pendant in his hand stood sideways. Upon closer inspection, his fingertips trembled slightly.

Shen Chunri pointed at him, as if about to cry, but still shouted back, "Xie Kunkun! You're back, but why is your mouth still so annoying?!"

Yu Xintang realized what was happening, her eyes reddening, and she stepped forward to hug Xie Weixing tightly.

His voice trembled slightly, and the last syllable sound was unsteady: "...Xiaoshui, it's good that you're back."

Tan Suiting clung tightly to Xie Weixing's clothes, following closely behind him, ignoring Feng Lian and acting like a submissive wife.

Xie Weixing felt as if his entire body was made up of people, making it hard to breathe.

He hesitated for a second, then pushed Yu Xintang away without hesitation, grasped Tan Suiting's hand, and frowned, turning his head: "Young Master, you changed your sachet? It doesn't smell as good as before, it smells a bit like Chinese medicine. Have you developed kidney deficiency while I was gone these past few years?"

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Thank you to [久久长年] for the gift! A little extra update.