"Huh, it looks like Allclan Sanctuary has been rebuilt..." As Dean Yin and his companions stepped into Allclan Sanctuary, one of them remarked.
"It has been rebuilt. I came here a century ago, and the layout was completely different then," Quentin Fan nodded in agreement.
Dean Yin sighed. "I've been away from Allclan Sanctuary for millions of years. Coming back now, I feel a sense of..."
Before Dean Yin could finish his thoughts, a cold voice interrupted, "Dean Yin, you dare return to Allclan Sanctuary? Years ago, you killed my Feather Pavilion's master Sean Yi and fled as a slave. I thought you were dead..."
Dean Yin's heart sank. He hadn't expected to be recognized the moment he entered Allclan Sanctuary after millions of years. Was it really such a coincidence?
For a cultivator at the Divine Realm, millions of years wasn't an especially long time—sometimes a single closed-door session could last just as long. Yet, it was by no means a short span either.
Although Feather Pavilion was a Divine Clan business, within Allclan Sanctuary it was merely a minor shop. By rights, after millions of years, it shouldn't be possible for Dean Yin to be recognized the instant he arrived—much less so coincidentally, at this very moment.
Even after preparing for the worst, Dean Yin was still caught off guard. He looked up at the cultivator addressing him and tried to remain calm. "One must bear the consequences of one's actions. Back then, I..."
Dean Yin didn't finish his sentence, and then exclaimed in shock, "Bu Jing... is that you?"
The Divine Clan cultivator blocking his way was named Qi Bu Jing. Years ago, Dean Yin had only been able to kill Feather Pavilion's master Sean Yi with Qi Bu Jing's help—and it was Qi Bu Jing who had orchestrated the entire affair.