The Alchemist lowered his gaze from the sky and fixed it upon Yi Beidou. His expression was calm, his face held a smile—he looked not at an enemy, but at a dear friend he hadn't seen in years.
He was dressed in ordinary clothes, but at this moment, he seemed like a true Living True Immortal.
"So this is an Ancient One? Within your body, I seem to see a soul, imprisoned for many years, weeping."
Yi Beidou's expression was just as calm, as if neither a True Immortal nor a Divine Buddha standing before him could halt his advance.
"Hahahaha! Such youthful vigor. You remind me of myself back in the day."
The Alchemist paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.
Just then, another figure leaped onto the mountaintop. It was Cheng Zhihong, who had followed Yi Beidou.
"Someone from Dark Vine? I sensed your presence the moment you neared Japan. Did you really think you could hold the blood of my past life and block my perception with a mere Sealing Technique?"
