Chapter 396: Please, Master, Please Announce My Quest to the Realm of Extraordinaries

"Why did Master suddenly gather us? Could it be he's finally come to his senses and plans to take on new disciples again?"

"I hope so. You have no idea what people are saying about us out there."

In the Sanyi Sect square, the disciples still remaining within the sect gazed at the silent grand hall atop the steps, unable to suppress their murmurs.

Over the years, the number of disciples in the sect has dwindled—not only because the Sanyi Sect stopped accepting new students, but also due to the war.

After all, not every Sanyi Sect member can reach Zuo Ruotong's level; ordinary disciples stand little chance against firearms.

Of course, if they used firearms themselves, it would be a different matter.

Gunplay is also a method—try to understand.

But despite this, many disciples still died in the war, and many of those who survived chose to return home to care for their parents.

Thus, the current number of disciples within the Sanyi Sect is not large.

Precisely because of these reasons, the Sanyi Sect, once one of the rarest in the Realm of Extraordinaries, has gradually declined.

For the disciples still remaining in the sect, this is clearly an utterly unbearable situation.

Fortunately, it seems Master has finally come to his senses, and with his strength, reviving the Sanyi Sect would not be difficult.

In fact, after Master's actions, many well-informed families had tried to send their young ones to the Sanyi Sect.

Unfortunately, all were politely declined.

Thinking of this, the disciples exchanged glances and silently sighed.

Yet the scene inside the grand hall was not at all what the disciples imagined—Zuo Ruotong was not preparing to reopen the Shanmen and take on new disciples; instead, a group of Sanyi Sect elders stared in shock at the young man in the center of the hall.

Eventually, Lu Jin broke the silence.

He looked at the familiar yet strange young man before him and asked hesitantly: "Li Ang, where have you been all these years?"

"We thought"

The white-haired youth suddenly cut himself off, realizing his next words might be inappropriate.

To be honest, in the previous world, if someone vanished for years, they were almost certainly dead.

At least, everyone present held that belief—including Zuo Ruotong.

Who could have imagined that after all these years, this younger brother of ours would suddenly return to the Sanyi Sect?

Thinking of this, Lu Jin exhaled deeply and stepped forward to clap him on the shoulder: "You're safe—that's all that matters. But seriously, why did you just leave a letter and run off?"

In response to the question, Li Ang could not possibly say he had fled because his 【Traveler】 talent was about to activate: "I simply had no choice but to leave."

He did not wish to dwell on the topic further, but turned his gaze to Zuo Ruotong, who sat silently at the head of the hall.

After summoning Si Chong and others, this Sanyi Sect elder had remained silent all along.

Sensing the decaying aura emanating from him, Li Ang produced a vial of potion from his hand: "Master, drink this. It should heal the injuries you suffered years ago."

Naturally, this was a potion he had prepared in advance.

With Li Ang's current alchemy, curing Zuo Ruotong was effortless.

Seeing the pale green liquid glowing softly in the youth's hand, Si Chong and the others froze in surprise.

Where did he get that from?

No! It can heal Master's injuries!?

Just as they were about to speak up, Zuo Ruotong spoke.

"It seems these years have not been easy for you."

With his vision, he could not discern how the pale green liquid was made, but he could still sense it had nothing to do with Qi cultivation.

If so—

"Alchemy? You went to the West?"

Eastern Qi cultivation, Western alchemy—this was the difference between the two power systems in this world.

It was not strange for Zuo Ruotong to think this way about an unfamiliar supernatural artifact.

Hearing this, Li Ang hesitated, then nodded: "Sort of."

Though this alchemy was not that alchemy, since the name was the same, saying so didn't seem wrong.

At this, the people present flashed glances of understanding.

No wonder he survived—outside the war-torn nations, foreign lands were indeed safer than the homeland.

Yet even after "recognizing" the origin of the potion, Zuo Ruotong still did not take it, but asked about something else: "In your letter, you said you were leaving to seek the next path beyond Reverse Birth: Three Layers."