Apotheosis

Not long after, several streaks of light shot out from within the Xi Clan's castle, immediately attracting the attention of many warriors who were there to woo Margaret.

One of the streaks of light zoomed directly into the square. A boy shouted, "Zen!"

The boy was none other than Brent.

Two years ago, he had missed the opportunity to challenge Zen due to a sudden change during the Martial Arts Contest. He had always regretted it.

In the past two years, Brent's cultivation level had increased a lot, but Zen had disappeared without a trace, and rumors about his death were rife. How could Brent not be excited upon Zen's arrival? He rushed out immediately, albeit a bit perturbed, because he also suspected that someone was pretending to be Zen.

But to his intense surprise, the man was Zen himself.

Zen, too, was surprised to see Brent. He knew that Brent was a divine-level talent of the Ethereal Spirit Sect, but he did not know that he belonged to the Xi Clan.

"Hi Brent, it's been a long time. How have you been?" Zen greeted him blandly without enthusiasm.

"You have also stepped into the Virtual Tribulation Realm! Let's have a fight, shall we?" Brent wasted no time in challenging Zen. He didn't even bother about the fact that this was a special occasion.

Obviously, Zen wouldn't agree. He hadn't come here to challenge Brent, but for the daughter of the Xi Clan.

"Brent, stop messing around!" A middle-aged man followed closely behind Brent. Some keen observers had already recognized him. It was Robin Xi, the head of the Xi Clan.

Robin Xi cupped his hands in greeting to Zen, and said, "I heard that you arrived at the Xi Clan, and I am greatly honored. This is not the place to talk. Come in, please!"

Zen also cupped his hands and bowed down to Robin Xi. Then he followed the warriors of the Xi Clan into the castle.

On his way in, Robin Xi wondered why Zen was suddenly visiting them.

Zen had disappeared for two years and no one knew where he had gone. He was not related to the Xi Clan, so he wasn't here visiting his family. It was safe to assume that he was here for Margaret, who had the Purple Power Body. Robin Xi had been worried about her for quite a while, and now Zen had arrived at the right time.

Zen sat down in the main hall of the castle and exchanged pleasantries with the people of the Xi Clan. Warriors were unlike scholars and did not have any formalities. Robin Xi got straight to the point. "Zen, may I know if you are here for my daughter, Margaret?"

Zen nodded, and

ay that? I'd rather die!" She turned her chin up resolutely. She was rather defiant.

Robin Xi raised his hand. He was about to slap her, but Margaret was obstinate, and she had no intention of dodging it. However, Zen stepped between them and stopped Robin Xi. He said, "Master Xi, please calm down. I have something to say to Miss Xi."

Robin Xi couldn't lose his temper in front of an outsider. He had no choice but to suppress the anger in his heart.

Zen stared at the girl in front of him and said, "Miss Xi, you've misunderstood. I'm not here to woo you."

She scowled at him. "I know. You're only here to get to know me. At the same time, you want to show me your strength and eloquence, and tell me which clan you belong to and what immeasurable potential you have. Come on! Just admit it. You are here with the same purpose as the guys outside. A person like you can only be described in one word—hypocrite. You are even more disgusting than those who are standing outside," she said mockingly.

"Ha-ha!" Brent could not stop himself from laughing upon hearing this.

"Brent! What are you laughing at? What's so funny?" an annoyed Margaret berated him.

Zen was speechless. He hadn't thought that this quiet and refined young lady would be so bold and energetic. Moreover, she had a wild imagination.

Now Zen said seriously, "I'm not trying to get to know you. You have the Purple Power Body, so it's too dangerous for you to stay here. I have come to take you away from the Ethereal City."

"Take me away? Just you?" she asked warily.

"Leave with me, or die right now. It's your choice." Although Zen's tone was unusually calm, what he said was the cold, hard truth.