Jabari was stunned the moment he laid his eyes on James.
“I-Is that really you?”
Jabari stammered.
James looked at him. Jabari was wearing a white robe. His appearance was as handsome-looking as always, and he exuded a charismatic aura. Upon seeing Jabari, tears brimmed in James’ eyes.
Many years had passed in the blink of an eye. When he was searching around for the Ancestral God Rank Elixir’s whereabouts in the Boundless Realm, he was still an insignificant nobody. It was Jabari who offered him guidance and a helping hand time and again. Even when Jabari perished, he was still weak. He could never forget the scene when Jabari performed Blossoming and sacrificed himself to complete the Sacred Blossom and gravely injured the Heaven’s Adjudicator.
“Jabari… Master…” James said.
Jabari was a master to James. Even though James’ rank had far surpassed Jabari, he would still be a nobody if not for Jabari. Not only was Jabari his master, but he was also his friend.
“I never thought I’d see you again in the Dark World. Are you dead?” Jabari stepped forward and patted James’ chest.
The muscles on James’ face twitched.
Dead?
He laughed awkwardly.
“Who is this, Jabari?’ The glamorous woman asked.
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