"Senior!" Han Li rubbed his chin. The plump elder was precisely the one who had once exchanged a formula for medicinal herbs with him—the "Thunder Senior Brother." Now, he was addressing Han Li as a senior. Though, according to the conventions of the immortal cultivation world, this was quite normal, Han Li still felt a certain sense of oddity. As for the stunning young woman named Nie Ying, she was the "Nie Senior Sister" who had once briefly met the Lu and Mo brothers, whose spiritual roots were sensitive to lightning, and had supported them back then. Although Han Li had never personally interacted with her, he had heard and seen enough to know that she was exceptionally talented, both graceful and intelligent, and had attracted numerous male disciples who admired her in those days. He hadn't expected that, after all these years, she too had achieved the Golden Dan stage. While Han Li remained silent, his expression complex and thoughtful, observing carefully both Lei Wanhe and Nie Ying, Lei Wanhe himself also felt a quiet sense of puzzlement. The "senior" standing before him was not only unusually young, with an astonishingly youthful appearance, but for some reason, he found himself strangely familiar with the otherwise ordinary face—something about it felt familiar, as if he had seen it before. This left him both astonished and somewhat uneasy. Nie Ying, her beautiful eyes fixed on Han Li, also displayed a clear expression of surprise and doubt—something she too seemed to have noticed. It was indeed surprising that this senior cultivator, at the Yuan Ying stage, should suddenly address Lei Wanhe as "Senior Master." They found themselves momentarily at a loss. Only Nie Ying, upon hearing this, stared at Han Li with renewed attention, her face suddenly pale and gasping, "You are the disciple of Li Senior Master, aren't you? Han Li... Han junior?" Her voice, full of disbelief, carried the weight of astonishment. "I didn't expect Nie Daojun to still recognize me," Han Li admitted, genuinely surprised. Han Li had no idea that, during his time at the Qi stage, due to his reserved nature and relatively low cultivation level, few people had even known or recognized him. However, after surviving the Blood-Colored Trial and successfully establishing his foundation, being taken under the wing of Li Hua Yuan, his name began to gain attention among many dedicated observers. This "Nie Senior Sister" was one of them. When the Magian Six Sects launched their invasion of Yue State and Han Li defeated numerous peers from the Magian sects, his reputation soared significantly among junior disciples. Though they had never met in person, his impression of this Nie sister had deepened even further. Now that Han Li's appearance was exactly as it had been when he first saw her, merely mentioning his name naturally prompted her to recall the renowned junior disciple of old, prompting her to exclaim in surprise. "You truly are the Han junior disciple from those days," said Lei Wanhe, swallowing hard and gazing at her with a slightly stunned expression. Since Master Han has already advanced to the Yuan Ying stage, he is now my senior. Everything shall be at your command, Master," said Lei Wanhe, his face shifting between red and pale several times before finally breaking into a苦笑. His tone remained respectful throughout, showing no signs of hesitation or negligence. Regardless of Han's past status, now that his cultivation and abilities far surpassed his own, he could no longer afford to be formal or reserved in addressing Han as such. The other three cultivators finally began to grasp the nature of the relationship between Han and Lei Wanhe. After exchanging glances, they all looked puzzled and surprised. Upon hearing this, Han showed no surprise at all. After a brief pause, he simply nodded and accepted the title with ease. "Given that Master Lei has put it so kindly, I shall not be so formal. We must leave here immediately—your flight speed may be a bit slow. I shall accompany you for the journey." "As soon as he finished speaking, Han Li slapped his palm against the storage bag, then flipped it over, and a small, delicate object appeared in his hand. He gently tossed it to the side, and with a flash of white light, a refined square vehicle materialized before them—precisely the wind-guiding carriage he had just obtained. Under the power of the spell, the carriage rapidly expanded, growing to over ten zhang in size. "Everyone, come aboard!" Han Li ordered without hesitation. The others, naturally, had no objections and swiftly entered the carriage. After stepping in himself, Han Li immediately channeled a subtle flow of spiritual energy into the carriage. The vehicle trembled slightly, then instantly transformed into a streak of white light, soaring through the air at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary法宝 flight. In an instant, it vanished completely from sight. Witnessing the carriage's remarkable speed, the others were greatly delighted. They knew now that the spell-casters could no longer catch up. Their earlier anxieties finally eased. "Several of you, the entire Fengyuan Kingdom should now be firmly under the control of the senior cultivators. Yet here you are, appearing at this location and being blocked by a high-ranking cultivator. After all, if this place weren't so remote, even if I intervened, I wouldn't have found it so easy to escape." Han Li spoke casually as he drove their vehicle through the air. Who could have guessed that there was precisely a Yuan-Ying stage cultivator nearby? Immediately after eliminating the last low-ranking cultivator, he was spotted by that ancient monster and pursued relentlessly. Though he knew he wasn't up to the elder's level, if they scattered, they'd be wiped out even faster—so they had no choice but to fight with all their might. Had it not been for the fortunate encounter with Master Han, they might have truly perished. Lei Wanhe spoke these words of gratitude while simultaneously observing his former "Master Han" with a keen eye. Honestly, even now, everything still feels like a dream come true. Upon hearing this, Han Li lost interest in further questioning and merely nodded slightly. Yet after a while, he asked another question: "Master Lei, how is your master, Li Hua Yuan?" "Master Han, Li, my younger brother, passed away over two hundred years ago during the conflict with Mu Lan cultivator. His wife, unable to achieve a Golden Dan stage, passed away shortly thereafter at the end of her life span." "There's nothing to hide about it," Lei Wanhe replied honestly. "None of my senior brothers have achieved Golden Dan stage, have they?" Hearing this, Han Li's body slightly trembled, a faint look of sorrow passing over his face, and he asked further. "No. Under Li's disciples, though a few have shown promising potential and reached the Pseudo-Dan stage, their opportunities ultimately fell short, and none managed to form a Golden Dan." Lei Wanhe sighed slightly. The images of Yu Kun, Song Meng, Zhong Wei-niang, and others flashed through Han Li's mind, along with scattered memories of shared past experiences. After a while, he exhaled deeply. Since none of his senior brothers had achieved Golden Dan, there was no need to inquire further—most likely, they had all passed away in a natural transition. Reflecting on the events that once unfolded in Huangfeng Valley, it now seemed as though they were merely echoes from a distant dream. The current junior disciples of Huangfeng Valley were already several generations removed from the original ones. "Master Han, do you intend to return to Huangfeng Valley?" Nie Ying suddenly asked.