"Xiao Chen!"
Ye Yanyao still dared not rashly approach, but she waved energetically at Xiao Chen, hoping he would see her.
After seven years of silence, Xiao Chen, who had just regained consciousness, obviously did not immediately notice her and was still making adjustments.
Having shed his aged appearance, Xiao Chen was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, more handsome and ethereal than ever, his posture peerless.
"Whew... that was no easy feat!"
After a while, Xiao Chen seemed to finally return to normal, exhaling a long breath.
He noticed Ye Yanyao and the Fox Immortal Emperor as well, but instead of greeting them immediately, he casually waved his hand, casting a ball of light.
The light gradually intensified, morphing into a residual spirit shadow.
At first, the shadow appeared bewildered.
But upon seeing Xiao Chen, it turned to shock and fury, "What... what have you done to me?"
