Northern Frontier, Fire Crow Market.
In a secluded courtyard, Ximen Feng and a vigorous Red-Robed Elder sat in a stone pavilion, with Wang Changjie seated nearby. Ximen Feng and the Red-Robed Elder both wore excited expressions.
Wang Changjie was already seven years old, old enough to have his spirit roots tested.
He possessed a Wood-Fire Dual Spirit Root and was a natural-born Alchemist. Ximen Feng planned to send Wang Changjie back to the family, but she could not get away herself and did not trust anyone else to escort him.
To be honest, Ximen Feng could not be sure whether the Wang Family would send anyone over. After all, Wang Mingren had distanced himself from the family before. Though he now leaned toward the family, it was really because he had no better choice, not because he had been born close to them.
Strictly speaking, the Ximen Family was not truly a family clan. It had fewer than a hundred members, and only Ximen Feng and her grandfather were Core Formation Cultivators.
Before anything happened to Wang Mingren, countless cultivators sought him out. But after his accident, few came knocking. Of course, some did express concern for Ximen Feng and her son—but only with words. None of them would go to Violet Fire Abyss to save Wang Mingren.
Ximen Feng even found it rather laughable. Wang Mingren had gone to great lengths to befriend so many people, yet when the crucial moment came, not one of them was willing to enter Violet Fire Abyss to save him. They truly were nothing but fair-weather drinking companions.
A Sound Transmission Talisman flew in, interrupting Ximen Feng's thoughts.
She crushed the Sound Transmission Talisman, and Wang Qingqing's voice immediately rang out. "Aunt Grandmother, we've arrived in the Northern Frontier. We're right outside the