Everyone who came to visit the island was received by Qu Qingsheng. Chen Fei only appeared once among them.
Yet that one appearance was enough to convince the surrounding factions that Chenshui Island had truly produced a Joint Aperture Realm cultivator—and one so young.
The surrounding factions felt no resistance whatsoever toward the appearance of a Joint Aperture Realm cultivator on Chenshui Island. First, resistance was utterly useless. When the gap in strength was too great, resistance would only invite disaster.
Second, the surrounding factions all understood that, after some time, the people of the Yuan Chen Sword Sect and Sinking Water Pavilion would leave this place for somewhere with more abundant resources.
This place was too barren. It could neither support the sects' continued development nor provide resources for a Joint Aperture Realm cultivator's cultivation. Remaining on Chenshui Island truly offered no benefit at all.
Though the two sects had not been here long, and the facilities painstakingly built on the island would be wasted, that was nothing compared with the abundant resources they could obtain in the future.
The once tranquil Chenshui Island became lively for many days. People constantly came calling, exchanging insights on martial arts. However, Chen Fei did not appear again; the other members of the sect handled such matters entirely.
Within the courtyard.
Chi Shuqing lay limp on the bed, looking dazed. Only after a moment did she gradually regain her senses and look toward Chen Fei, who sat beside her.
Draped in a light gauze robe, Chi Shuqing nestled into Chen Fei's embrace. The gauze could not conceal her exquisite figure; instead, it lent her a different kind of beauty.
"There are still several junior sisters in the sect whose primordial yin remains intact. Shall I have them come and serve you together?"