Ever since Peng Shidao came to the Su Family Old Residence that one time, he never set foot there again over the following years.
Clearly, he had truly understood Su Fan's meaning and taken it to heart.
After returning, he devoted himself wholeheartedly to developing the sect. Usually, he neither fought nor schemed, simply keeping to himself.
He allowed the Blood Hidden Demonic Sect and the Saint Demon Divine Palace to fight each other to the death, clashing in a chaotic struggle, while he remained neutral throughout and kept himself apart.
Thus, although the demonic sects' territories in Zhengyuan Heaven had remained troubled over the years, with endless strife and bloodshed,
the territory of the Demon Sun Divine Palace was strangely peaceful. It had not been affected in the slightest, and everyone in the sect was developing steadily, while its foundations grew firmer bit by bit.
Su Fan was naturally delighted by this. He continued to keep a low profile, spending every day at the Su Family Old Residence, cultivating his character and nurturing his spirit.
His days passed leisurely and comfortably.
Far from the fighting and killing of the Cultivation World, far from all the deceit and scheming, only warmth and peace filled the courtyard.
Every day was simple yet fulfilling.
Whenever he had nothing to do, he played with his newly born son and daughter. The rest of the time, he soaked in the Study Room, studying and pondering various ancient texts.
Those obscure, difficult phrases and those techniques lost to the ages gradually became clearer under his research.
Ever since Wei Xiao Mo gave birth to Su Luoyu, she had changed considerably as well.
Her temperament had matured quite a bit. She often accompanied Su Fan in studying those ancient texts through the night, relying on her