Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1849: Welcome Back, Master Han! (3)

Chapter 1849: Welcome Back, Master Han! (3)....
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His foundation was too weak.
It was true.
But how many benefits could he obtain after staying in the trial for just a year?
Han Muye had only taken a few steps when bells sounded in the hall behind him.
“Buzz!”
The golden bell resounded.
Another divine-level expert?
Today, two divine-level refiners had appeared in succession?
Could it be that the alliance of refiners in Wanjin City was about to prosper?
In the past, it took decades or even centuries for a divine-level refiner to emerge.
“Look who it is!”
Everyone turned to look at the main hall.
The doors of the hall opened, and an old man in a red robe slowly walked out.
“It’s Grandmaster Zhu!”
“It really is Grandmaster Zhu!”
In everyone’s eyes, the old man who slowly walked out with a solemn expression and a steady bearing was Grandmaster Zhu, Zhu Yuhe.
Zhu Yuhe held a black cauldron in his hand. He looked around and opened his palm.
A seven-colored badge flew down.
A divine-level refiner!
“Welcome, Zhu Yuhe, Divine-level Master!”
In front of the hall, there were cheers.
Zhu Yuhe nodded, his face full of emotion.
“A hundred years have passed in a hurry. Tens of thousands of years have passed in the trial grounds.
“Returning to the Galaxy Universe and seeing Wanjin City again feels like a lifetime ago…”
It was as if a lifetime had passed.
Zhu Yuhe’s gaze swept across and landed on Han Muye, who was not far away.
He was slightly stunned.
“Divine-level master, this is the divine-level master who stepped out of the hall before you.”
A level-nine refiner lowered his voice and glanced at Han Muye, then bowed to Zhu Yuhe. “This divine master only stayed in the trial ground for a year.”
How could a divine-level refiner who had only stayed for a year have the deep foundation of a divine-level refiner who had been there for a hundred years?
However, at this moment, Zhu Yuhe looked at Han Muye, and his expression began to change.
The corners of his mouth trembled slightly as he looked at Han Muye.
“Y-you, is your surname Han?”
His words stunned everyone.
Did they know each other?
Did they know each other in the trial grounds?
Han Muye chuckled and nodded. He looked at Zhu Yuhe in front of him. “I remember you.
“My Nine Mystic Peak has your name, but I didn’t know that you were also participating in the trial.”
There were servants and outer sect disciples on the Nine Mystic Peak.
These people were all cultivating on the Nine Mystic Peak.
The master of the Nine Mystic Peak was Han Muye.
“Greetings, Senior Brother Han!” Zhu Yuhe quickly stepped forward and bowed to Han Muye.
This scene stunned everyone.
A divine-level master who had stayed in the trial ground for a hundred years actually bowed to a divine-level master who had only stayed there for a year?
And called him Senior Brother?
“Senior Brother, after the battle at the Sword Sharpening Cliff, you returned to the Nine Mystic Peak of the Liantian Sect and entered seclusion. I thought you were really in seclusion.”
“I didn’t expect Senior Brother to complete the trial and return to Wanjin City.”
Zhu Yuhe looked up at Han Muye with a regretful expression.
“Senior Brother, actually, it’s not bad to be able to stay in that world forever.”
As he spoke, he bowed to Han Muye again and lowered his voice. “Senior Brother, when we return to the Galaxy Universe, the memories of that world will slowly dissipate. If Zhu Yuhe doesn’t remember you in the future, you must remind me.”
How could there be such a thing?
Hearing his words, Han Muye reached out and patted Zhu Yuhe’s shoulder.
“Alright.”
With that, he turned around and walked out.
On the square outside the hall, everyone who saw this scene looked confused.
“His surname is Han…”
“I know who he is!”
“To have such weapon refining skills in the world, to be able to convince Zhu Yuhe, a divine-level master, within a year of entering the trial grounds, it must be that…”
“Boom”
In the void, streams of cloud light turned into stairs and landed in front of Han Muye.
“Welcome back, Han Muye, Master Han.”
“Master Han, please head to the Wanjin Hall and accept the title of core Elder.”
A voice sounded from the void of space.
Master Han!
In front of the hall, everyone’s eyes widened.
Wu Zhao’s entire body trembled as he stared at Han Muye, who was stepping on the cloud ladder.
Master Han, I should have thought of it…