Giving Up? A Word of Encouragement?

Chen Changqing smiled faintly, glanced at Ran Hua and the others, and said:

"Cultivate well."

"When the time comes, I'll arrange Immortal Artifacts for you!"

The moment Chen Changqing's words left his mouth, Ran Hua and the others were all stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

Had anyone else said such a thing, they naturally would have taken it as a joke.

But Chen Changqing was the one who said it, and Ran Hua and the others did not doubt him in the slightest.

They all knew Chen Changqing's temperament well. He had always meant what he said.

"Thank you, Holy Son!"

After their shock, Willow Wood and the others hurriedly bowed deeply.

Chen Changqing waved a hand without giving it much thought. He then shot a look at Little Black, who was lying in the courtyard, and swaggered away.

Seeing this, Little Black promptly sprang to his feet and quickly followed Chen Changqing's steps.

Watching the figures of the man and dog gradually recede, Willow Wood and the others were unsurprised.

After all, walking his dog was already a common sight for Chen Changqing within Shushan Holy Land.

After exchanging smiles, Willow Wood and the others did not linger either, each departing in turn.

Before long, Chen Changqing brought Little Black to the Mountain Gate of Changqing Peak.

The next moment, two streaks of light descended, revealing the two demon kings, Black Bear and Xuan Snake.

"Greetings, Master!"

Upon seeing Chen Changqing, the two demons bowed respectfully.

Chen Changqing acknowledged them with a smile, his feet never pausing as he stepped beyond the Mountain Gate.

Just then, the sound of something tearing through the air came from afar.

Following the sound, he saw a figure land steadily outside Changqing Peak's Mountain Gate.

Immediately afterward, the newcomer came into Chen