Xia Qingyang's expression was somewhat dazed, as if he hadn't expected to suddenly appear here.
"Back already?"
He looked around in confusion at his surroundings; the scent of the lit Calming Incense from before hadn't dissipated yet.
"How long have we been gone?"
Xia Qingyang glanced up at the timing board, shocked to find that he had only been away for more than a day.
"This... how is this possible?"
Although there were no concrete memories, he felt like he had spent an eternity in the Secret Realm.
Yet the dated calendar on the board, and his own cultivation, all told him that this was not a dream.
"I've become a Martial God?"
All around him, the past Emperors Xia were waking up, each one expressing similar sentiments.
Last to awaken were Father Xia and Mrs. Xia, who also looked dazed when they opened their eyes.
Xia Qingyang thought something had happened to them and went over, puzzled, to lend a helping hand: "What's wrong? Why do you look like this?"
