Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Inside the cave.

Xiao Xuan's hands trembled slightly as he felt the life force rapidly returning to Liu San Niang's body, and his eyes reddened.

The last trace of essence from the Ten Thousand Year Soul Grass entered her brow. The dark purple spiritual herb completed its mission, and the silver patterns on its leaves gradually faded, eventually turning into starlight and dissipating into the air.

The golden light gradually faded.

Inside the ice coffin, Liu San Niang's eyelashes trembled slightly.

As if she had been in a very long dream, she slowly, very slowly opened her eyes.

In that instant, Xiao Xuan felt his heart stop beating.

Those were incredibly beautiful eyes, warm and gentle like the spring sun. After hundreds of years of slumber, those eyes had not become cloudy; on the contrary, they were even more profound than before.

Liu San Niang's gaze was somewhat blank. She turned her head slightly, her gaze slowly focusing on the somewhat disheveled man kneeling beside the ice coffin.

Her gaze lingered on his face for a long time.

That face, its contours still familiar, now bore the marks of time. Those once spirited eyes were now filled with a fear she had never seen before.

But she recognized him at a glance.

"Brother Xuan?"

Xiao Xuan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that his throat felt blocked by something. He could only nod forcefully, his eyes already brimming with tears.

Liu San Niang slowly sat up from the ice coffin, looked at Xiao Xuan's face filled with guilt and longing, and suddenly reached out her hand.

Her fingertips gently touched his cheek, carrying a slight coolness.

Then, the corners of her mouth gradually curved into a very beautiful smile.

You've aged quite a bit.

This one sentence caused Xiao Xuan's nerves, which had been stretched taut for hundreds of years, to snap completely.

His expression didn't change much, but tears welled up uncontrollably from his red eyes, streaming down his cheeks and dripping onto the edge of the ice coffin.

He knelt beside the ice coffin, his white hair hanging down, tears streaming down his face, like a child who had waited for far too long to finally see his loved one return.

Liu San Niang watched him cry quietly, her eyes gradually welling up with tears, but she didn't cry. She just reached out and wiped the tears off his face again and again.

"Third Sister, I'm so sorry!!"

At the same time, Leng Wushuang stumbled and rushed towards the cave entrance, where was the slightest trace of the sect leader's majesty?

Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling. The moment she saw Liu San Niang sit up, her legs went weak and she rushed over, burying her face in Liu San Niang's arms.

"Senior Sister! You're finally awake! Do you know how long you've been asleep! Do you know how much I've missed you!" Leng Wushuang's voice was choked with sobs, she cried like a little girl whose candy had been taken away.

"And you, you slept for hundreds of years, leaving me with this mess of the Glazed Sword Sect! Do you know how tired I am? Do you know how hard I've been trying to keep this up all by myself?!"

Liu San Niang was slightly taken aback, then reached out and gently patted Leng Wushuang's back, one pat after another, full of doting and heartache.

"I know, I know everything. All these years, although I haven't woken up, every time you come to this place, I can hear your complaints. You've suffered so much, Wushuang."

I don't know how much time passed.

Xiao Xuan slowly stood up, took a deep breath, and wiped away the tears on his face. He glanced down at his somewhat disheveled clothes and suddenly smiled softly.

There was a hint of self-deprecation in that smile.

A strange fluctuation enveloped his entire body, and soon, Xiao Xuan's body began to change.

Her gray hair gradually turned black from the roots, eventually becoming a head of long, jet-black hair that fell to her shoulders.

The wrinkles on his face seemed to be gently smoothed out by an invisible hand, and his skin became firm and smooth again. The gray stubble on his chin also disappeared in that ripple.

When the light faded, a handsome young man with striking features stood before the ice coffin.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his figure as upright as a pine tree, his aura of cultivation perfectly natural, as if everything in the world was under his control.

This was none other than Xiao Xuan, who was famous throughout the world hundreds of years ago.

Liu San Niang looked at him, slightly stunned for a moment.

The person I once loved with such high spirits has returned.

She looked up at Xiao Xuan, then suddenly reached out and punched him in the chest.

"Remember this: in this life, you owe me a life."

Xiao Xuan looked at her deeply, then nodded solemnly: "From now on, my life is yours!"

His tone was calm and even, yet it carried immense weight.

This isn't sweet talk; it's a promise.

Liu San Niang stared at him for a long time, her smile growing even wider.

"Alright. I've had enough of this place, get out."

......

The main hall of the Glazed Sword Sect.

Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan were led into the sect leader's main hall, completely bewildered.

When they entered the main hall and saw the three figures above, they were all taken aback.

Their gazes lingered on Leng Wushuang for a moment; they naturally recognized the sect leader of the Glazed Sword Sect who had made the move. But when they shifted their gaze to the two figures in the middle and on the right, their confusion deepened.

Who are these two people?

Shen Jinghan tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice, and said in a volume only Xia Jin could hear, "Junior Brother Xia, don't you think the person sitting on the right...doesn't he look somewhat similar to Master?"

Upon hearing Shen Jinghan's words, Xia Jin unconsciously looked him up and down.

That handsome, otherworldly face, that imposing presence that couldn't be ignored even when he was sitting still—everything about him felt both strange and familiar.

"Senior Brother Shen, now that you mention it, there are indeed some similarities." Xia Jin frowned with some suspicion. "And look at the woman in the middle, shouldn't she be the Grand Elder of the Glazed Sword Sect who has been asleep for hundreds of years?"

"Junior Brother Xia, I have a bold guess. Do you think that young man might be the illegitimate son of Master and this Grand Elder of the Glazed Sword Sect?" Shen Jinghan took a deep breath and voiced his guess.

"Impossible, right?"

The two were whispering to each other when a loud thud of a teacup being smashed came from above the hall.

"Clatter".

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached their ears clearly.

Immediately afterwards, a very familiar voice rang out from the young man's mouth.

"You two bastards, why aren't you here to see us?"

That tone, that voice

Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan both jolted, their bodies stiffening abruptly.

"Master?!" the two exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with disbelief.

Xia Jin stared wide-eyed at the excessively young face, while Shen Jinghan was no better off, his mouth agape and his jaw nearly dropping to the ground.

"Master...Master, how come you..." Shen Jinghan stammered, "How come you've become so young?"

Xiao Xuan glanced at him and said indifferently, "What, are you surprised by what I looked like when I was young?"

Shen Jinghan quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, it was an accident... no, no, I mean..."

Xia Jin reacted faster than Shen Jinghan. He quickly suppressed his shock, cupped his hands, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Disciple Xia Jin greets Master and the two seniors."

His gaze lingered on Liu San Niang for a while longer, and he sighed inwardly: This is the woman that Master has been thinking about for hundreds of years. As expected... she is worthy of being the person Master has chosen.

Shen Jinghan also came to his senses and quickly bowed, saying, "Disciple Shen Jinghan greets Master and the two seniors."

Leng Wushuang glanced at them expressionlessly without saying a word.

Liu Sanniang, however, turned her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan. A slight smile played on her lips as she spoke gently, "These two are your disciples?"

Xiao Xuan nodded, his tone carrying a hint of disdain, yet also a barely perceptible smugness: "You good-for-nothing, I'm sorry to have made you laugh, Third Sister."

"That's good." Her gaze fell on Xia Jin, paused slightly, and said, "This little guy is not simple."

"Remember what you just said. Let the two of them try it out later. It's a way of making some compensation to my Glazed Sword Sect."

"???" Xia Jin and Shen Jinghan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.

What's going on?