“Uncle… I thought you got refined to ashes…” Wang Meng wiped his eyes and was the first to come and hug Feiyun. The guy was huge; just his hand alone was big enough to wrap Feiyun’s entire head.

“Stop, stop.” Feiyun’s hair got ruined by the excited guy’s display of affection.

Wang Meng laughed and began praising: “Like I said, my Martial Uncle is the best. There’s no way you could have fallen so easily.”

Numerous cultivators crowded the area with Feiyun at the center. The two fighters were completely forgotten because this news was too much to take.

Su Yun and the scholar only came to chat; they weren’t surprised at all. Feiyun’s fake death could have tricked others but definitely not the scholar.

Feiyun also sensed a great animosity so he glanced over. On a jade stairway leading to a palace stood a man in a golden robe - Long Shenya.

The guy...