Red Moon Sea Region, Silver Serpent Island.
In a secluded courtyard, Wang Changsheng, Wang Ruyan, and Wang Qingqing sat in a stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.
Wang Huaxiao flew back and forth high in the sky, a pair of misty green wings on his back.
The green wings were clearly a mystic tool, shimmering with spiritual light.
Wang Changsheng had been out of seclusion for more than a year. After refining a first-order defensive magic treasure, he had casually refined a flying mystic tool for Wang Huaxiao.
With his current level of artifact refining, refining a mystic tool was as easy as turning over his hand.
Before long, Wang Huaxiao landed in the stone pavilion, his face full of joy.
"Huaxiao, how are these Wind Chasing Wings?"
Wang Changsheng asked with a genial expression. Speaking of which, among the clan's juniors, the clansmen who could make Wang Changsheng personally help refine tools could be counted on one hand.
"They're excellent. I like them very much. Many thanks, Ancestor."
Wang Huaxiao put away the Wind Chasing Wings and said gratefully.
Wang Changsheng was the clansman with the highest seniority and greatest strength in the family. That he was willing to refine a flying mystic tool for Wang Huaxiao was enough to show that Wang Changsheng valued him greatly.
He suddenly thought of something and asked carefully, "Ancestor, have my father and mother not come over yet?"
"They should be on the road. There's no need to rush."
As soon as Wang Changsheng finished speaking, a burst of urgent shrill cries rang out. Wang Changsheng frowned, took out the Message Disk, and injected a Hand Seal into it. Very quickly, Wang Qiuhong's urgent voice abruptly sounded. "This is bad, Grandfather. Something happened to the clansmen in the Eastern Wasteland. Twelfth Uncle