This seclusion of Daoist Xiao Xuan lasted for more than a decade.
In the Primordial World, a span of ten-odd years was practically negligible. Yet the moment the doors to Xiao Xuan's retreat swung open, a young man sitting patiently outside sprang to his feet and bowed deeply. "Xuandu of the human race pays respects to the Protector!"
Just how lofty was the status of the human protector within the race?
Chapter 44