Legend of Swordsman

5051 Reunion

Stellar Chess.

Using the stars as chess pieces, and thoughts as the chessboard, deducing the existence of all things.

At this moment, Wei Liujia had already deduced an outcome that seemed utterly impossible.

What he needed to do now was to witness the truth!

“Liu Jia, have you gone mad? Big Brother might not return for another 100,000 years. Didn’t the Young Emperor clearly say that Big Brother won’t come back?”

Feng Shan scratched his head, muttering, as if he was unwilling to believe it. After all, after the passage of 20,000 years, they had all been forced to accept reality.

Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Wei Liujia, who rarely lost his temper, cursed for the first time, “Don’t listen to his nonsense! Do you believe me or him?!”

“I, I definitely believe you,” Feng Shan scratched his head again, “But are you really sure?”

“We’ll know as soon as we see,” Wei Liujia said in a firm voice, “I have a premonition that Big Brother will be in Little Lonely Heaven!”

Feng Shan’s body trembled and his figure instantly shot out 10,000 feet. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go, hurry!”

“…”

It had been nearly 20,000 years since Jian Wushuang had left quietly, and Little Lonely Heaven had been sealed for almost the same amount of time.

As the Heavenly Official of the Second Prince, Zhao Ting had also left quietly thousands of years after Jian Wushuang disappeared.

Chun Qiu, Chen Qing, Cui Jing, Wei Liujia, and Feng Shan did not leave. Even though their instincts told them that Jian Wushuang would not return, they still waited.

Wei Liujia had established the Star Observation Pavilion, deducing day and night, with Feng Shan following closely by his side.

Chun Qiu, Chen Qing, Cui Jing, and the others had turned the Eternal Wushuang Auction House into a massive institution.

Everything was changing, except for Little Lonely Heaven’s grass and trees that were sealed, waiting for that one figure to return.

Standing outside the unchanging Little Lonely Heaven, Wei Liujia stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and then waved his hand to dispel the circulating seals.

Familiar scenes entered his eyes, triggering endless thoughts.

Every blade of grass and tree swayed as they had thousands of years ago.

In the next moment, the two of them dashed towards the center of Little Lonely Heaven.

It was Jian Wushuang’s Heavenly Palace.

The Heavenly Palace was grand, filled with Immortal energy, and the Dao flowed naturally. Nothing had changed.

As his feet landed on the ground, Wei Liujia and Feng Shan once again stood in the central square of the Heavenly Palace after more than 10,000 years.

As Wei Liu Jia gazed at the Heavenly Palace shrouded in mist, he felt an inexplicably strong intuition. He raised his right hand, examining the star in his palm, then strode into the palace.

The long-sealed heavenly gates had opened once more, and everything remained as it was. Wei Liujia stood outside the palace gate, feeling a bit hesitant.

Feng Shan cleared his throat but also froze in place, unsure whether to advance or retreat.

“Liujia, did you say the boss has returned?”

“It seems I was mistaken,” he replied, his eyes filled with disappointment.

Inside the Heavenly Palace, the atmosphere was solemn, and the order flowed, but that lone Yan Immortal remained absent.

“Feng Shan, let’s go,” Wei Liujia turned around, preparing to leave.

Feng Shan did not say much either; they had already prepared to accept an outcome that might never come to fruition.

The next moment, a disturbance in the order, and a familiar voice quietly echoed.

“Liujia, Feng Shan, you’re here.”

Both of them trembled, halted in their steps, and locked eyes. Then, they turned to look.

A young man in plain white clothing, though his complexion appeared weary, had an extremely captivating pair of azure eyes. He slowly walked out from the depths of the palace, wearing a smile.

“Boss…”

“Big Brother Jian…”

Upon their reunion, all reservations disappeared. Feng Shan rushed forward like a charging bull toward Jian Wu Shuang.

Wei Liujia did not hold back either, and with a flash, he followed closely behind.

Jian Wushuang felt like he was about to pass out due to the long and tight embrace.

“Stop, stop, I can’t breathe…”

The hug lasted for quite some time until Wei Liujia realized something was amiss and pushed Feng Shan away to prevent Jian Wu Shuang from fainting.

“Big Brother Jian, are you injured?” Wei Liujia stared at Jian Wu Shuang, his keen senses detecting a change.

Jian Wushuang coughed lightly several times and smiled wryly, “This is a long story. It’s not the right time to explain now. I’ll tell you all about it later.”

Wei Liujia nodded. He vaguely knew that Jian Wushuang had left because he went to a dangerous place to look for Di Qing. The injuries that he had suffered were probably related to the dangerous place.

However, none of this was important. The important thing was that Jian Wushuang had returned in one piece. This was more exciting than any news.

Feng Shan was excited beyond measure. “Boss, wait here. I’ll call Chen Qing and the others over.”

Jian Wushuang waved his hand. “No need to make a big fuss. It’s not a significant event that requires a celebration. You all have your own matters to attend to.”

Wei Liujia wanted to say something, but at that moment, another figure emerged from the depths of the celestial palace.

As their eyes met, the air grew heavy.

Dressed in plain attire and holding a jade bowl, the Young Emperor stood frozen in place, his eyes slightly trembling.

He had never imagined this scenario. Besides Jian Wu Shuang, there were two more Yan Immortals here?

For a moment, he did not know how to react, standing there with the jade bowl in his hand.

Wei Liujia and Feng Shan regained their composure and exchanged meaningful glances with Jian Wushuang.

Then, Wei Liujia teased, “Perhaps, we’ve come at an inopportune time.”

Jian Wushuang, puzzled, shook his head. “No, you’ve arrived at the perfect time.”

At that very moment, outside the Heavenly Palace, the sound of a fierce wind cutting through the air could be heard.

And then, three powerful figures, each exuding a strong aura of immortality, appeared.

They were Chen Qing, Chun Qiu, and Cui Jing.

For nearly 20,000 years, they had experienced the changes of the mortal world, but for Immortals, it was but a fleeting dream.

Their eyes met, and they all smiled knowingly.

“Long time no see,” Jian Wu Shuang waved and smiled.

“It’s good that you’re back, Brother Jian,” Chen Qing stepped forward, extending a respectful salute.

Chun Qiu and Cui Jing also stepped forward and cupped their hands.

“There’s no need to be so formal. How did you know that I was back?”J ian Wushuang asked with a smile.

“We have telepathy.” Chun Qiu smiled and pointed at his heart.

Cui Jing also smiled and said, “It’s good that you’re back, Brother Jian. Now we don’t have to worry about where you are.”

After close to 20,000 years, they gathered once again and all of them laughed.

Only the Young Emperor, who was holding the jade bowl, had a gloomy expression. He didn’t know whether to leave or not.

A moment later, he placed the jade bowl on the table beside him and turned around to enter the depths of the Heavenly Palace.

Seeing the familiar faces, Jian Wushuang was in a good mood. “Your cultivations have improved. In some time, you should be able to step into the Grand Yan Immortal realm, right?”

Hearing this, they all looked at Chen Qing.

Chen Qing was the person who had been immersed in the Yan Immortal Realm for the longest time. He was also the first Yan Immortal expert to master the Immortal Style other than Jian Wushuang.