And the first reaction of this monk in the Holy Realm was anger. He opened his mouth and cursed, "Where did this mutt come from? Looking for death? You're daring to get involved in anything, get lost..."

Perhaps being arrogant and domineering was a habit of his, he didn't think of anything else at first. Until he realized that the other party could silently and effortlessly stand by his side, the monk of the Holy Realm suddenly became a bit nervous. He looked coldly at the approaching white-haired man. For some reason, he felt a sense of familiarity. But he could be certain, he had never met this person before.

Then, he coldly shouted, "Who are you? What does my business have to do with you?"

Although there was some unease in his heart, he wasn't too frightened. Because this area is his family's territory. Here, his family is the boss. Even the disciples from Piaomiao Palace wouldn't be too arrogant here.

On the other side, Jin Ming hadn't spoken all this while, just staring dumbfoundedly at Chu Mo. His mind was greatly shocked, so many years had passed, yet this person... had hardly changed. Only his head full of white hair was different from before. However, this white hair didn't make him look old, instead, it added a mysterious charm.

Jin Ming silently gazed at this arriving white-haired man, a faint smile gradually appearing at the corner of his mouth, although faint, it was gentle. As if, he had seen a long-lost relative.

In his heart, Jin Ming could confirm one thing. Even though three thousand years had passed, this person, who has been regarded as a god in the Yanhuang great domain, hadn't changed much. He was still the same as before!

This feeling was very heartwarming.

Over the years, Jin Ming refused many well-intentioned offers from over at Piaomiao Palace, the most fundamental reason being the person he wanted to see the most was no longer at Piaomiao Palace!

As for Fang Lan, the girl he liked in his youth, the deep-seated feelings after coming back to life had faded. After so many years, it was less of love and more like a faint feeling lingering in his heart. He would think of her, but would never be persistent.

Therefore, Jin Ming always felt that he could let go of everything in the past.

But until he saw this white-haired young man, he truly understood that what he let go of was merely love, not all feelings.

So, he smiled, and his eyes, which hadn't shed tears in thousands of years, gradually became a bit moist.

"Brother!"

Jin Ming didn't call Master, because that was in the past.

This word "brother" contained all the emotions of his three thousand years and his truest feelings at this moment.

The monk from the Holy Realm finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was a bit nervous, as this white-haired young man hadn't unleashed any aura, yet showed complete indifference to his Holy Realm pressure. Such a person is either thick-skinned or an unfathomably powerful person.

He was inclined towards the latter, but hearing Jin Ming call out "brother," he was completely reassured.

A brother of a small figure in the Spirit Realm, how could he have any powerful abilities?

So, the young monk of the Holy Realm coldly smiled at Chu Mo, and coldly said, "Did you not hear me talking to you? Mutt, is this a place where you can freely come?"

At this time, Chu Mo finally glanced at this young monk of the Holy Realm, then sighed softly, "Whose child are you? Why are you so rude and so lacking in understanding? Didn't I tell you? Chasing a girl isn't supposed to be done this way. How did you respond to me? With cursing and cold threats, is this how your elders taught you to speak and behave?"

The monk of the Holy Realm looked at Chu Mo with a bewildered expression. From childhood until now, the only people who could talk to him this way seemed to be... the family's ancestors. And that was before he entered the Supreme Realm. Since he entered the Supreme Realm, no one dared to talk to him that way again.

"You, you're talking to me?" The monk of the Holy Realm stared dumbfoundedly at Chu Mo, but inside, he increasingly felt that this person seemed really familiar, like he'd seen him somewhere before.

The entire Yanhuang great domain actually circulated many images of Chu Mo, but each one depicted him with black hair. Therefore, although this young monk of the Holy Realm found Chu Mo particularly familiar, he couldn't match him with the god-like figure of the Yanhuang great domain no matter what.

And there's no way he'd think of that. Who could believe that Jin Ming, a fallen Supreme walking out from the Spirit Realm, could summon Chu Mo, such a divine figure.

At this time, Chu Mo glanced at Jin Ming and then asked, "How do you want to handle this?"

After all, the Yanhuang great domain is Chu Mo's hometown, past grievances have been resolved and faded long ago. To Chu Mo, with his open mind and broad perspectives, he wouldn't care about these trivial matters. However, Jin Ming is his friend, his little brother, and he couldn't let his little brother feel uncomfortable.

Not to mention, the monk of the Holy Realm truly had murderous intent towards Jin Ming. So, he only wanted to see what Jin Ming thought about it.

However, this sentence from Chu Mo really angered this young monk of the Holy Realm. Before Jin Ming could speak, he sneered and directly attacked Chu Mo, "Someone like you, really don't believe until you see your own coffin, right? If I don't show you some color, you really wouldn't know..."

Boom!

A thunderous explosion suddenly came from the distant void.

Even the void was blasted open with a void tunnel, and the rolling saint-level power surged towards the endless distance.

This strike was almost all his might, aimed at killing Chu Mo!

But the problem was, the white-haired youth stood there, not moving at all, yet his strike completely missed the target.

The youth in the Holy Realm was dumbfounded, looking at his own hand, then at Chu Mo.

At this moment, Jin Ming said from the side, "Though he should die, but... forget it, brother, seeing you makes me happier than anything else, let's find a place to have a drink. It's been three thousand years, and I've never been as happy as today."

"Let him go?" Chu Mo asked.

"Hmm, let him go," Jin Ming said casually.

Then, he walked directly towards Chu Mo.

The people surrounding Jin Ming sensed something wasn't right and instinctively made way. Just like that, they watched Jin Ming walk directly to Chu Mo's side.

Though the youth in the Holy Realm was full of arrogance and fury to the bone, he wasn't stupid. If he still couldn't see that the white-haired young man was a formidable power, then he'd have wasted his life.

Therefore, as he watched Jin Ming walk over, though his eyes flashed coldly and resentfully, he didn't make a sound.

At this moment, Chu Mo ascended into the sky, taking Jin Ming, flying into the distance. But then he stopped, without looking back, he said faintly, "Pursuing a girl isn't a big deal. But you're too arrogant. I think, when Chu Mo reformed the Yanhuang domain years ago, allowing cultivators to break free and reach higher realms, it wasn't to see people like you everywhere. Otherwise, it would have been better to keep this world sealed."

With those words, Chu Mo took Jin Ming and left.

This group stood at the peak of the snow mountain, all in cold sweat.

After a long time, the youth in the Holy Realm suddenly shouted: "Ah, I, I... I think I know who he is!"

The rest of the group stared dumbfounded at the young man.

The youth cultivator in the Holy Realm took a deep breath, his face pale, muttering: "Chu Mo... he's Chu Mo, he's Chu Mo! I, I actually cursed Chu Mo? He actually... didn't stoop to my level? Didn't kill me?"

Thud!

After finishing his words, the youth's knees buckled, directly kneeling, and repeatedly bowing in the direction Chu Mo left.

Without using any force to protect himself, soon his forehead was covered in snow, and he was bleeding.

The people behind him, upon hearing their master's words, were completely shocked. They too, their knees buckled, knelt there, bowing in the direction Chu Mo left.

Not long after, the youth returned to his family and, before the Supreme Realm elder, recounted the whole incident. When the elder asked how he deduced that the person was Chu Mo, the youth replied, "I pursued Fang Lan relentlessly before, but she ignored me. So I went to the former Spirit Realm area to investigate her. Her story had become a legend known to everyone in the Spirit Realm area. So I learned about Jin Ming, and thought only by finding and killing Jin Ming would Fang Lan truly give up. During my investigation, I learned something. That is, Fang Lan is Chu Mo's direct disciple!"

The youth cultivator in the Holy Realm said tremblingly, "Although the Piaomiao Palace never publicized it intentionally, the deep connection between the Ten Great Patriarchs and Chu Mo is known to all. Today, I found that white-haired youth looked very familiar. And Jin Ming called him 'brother'... I hit him hard, but it felt like hitting air. In this world, anyone who can take my hit like that definitely exceeds the Great Saint Realm! Even a Great Saint wouldn't dare to be so arrogant as to take my strike directly."

The Supreme Realm elder of the youth's family couldn't resist taking a cold breath, looking at him, saying, "You are lucky! Truly fortunate, he's a true deity, did not stoop to your level. As for Fang Lan, forget about her, later think of a way to apologize to them. Then, from now on, be more mature..."

The youth cultivator nodded, after this incident, he seemed to have suddenly matured a lot.

In a small tavern, Chu Mo and Jin Ming sat across from each other.