This outing had yielded tremendous gains.
Zhang Qingyuan had no intention of continuing to venture out.
For the time ahead, spending a while consolidating his realm and sorting through and absorbing the harvest from this journey would be enough.
It was only the matter of the Sea Clan that
Zhang Qingyuan could not help but worry about.
Ever since he had left Tianheng Island that day, he had received no further news of Daoist Ming Shui.
At the gathering on Tianheng Island that day, Peng Li had introduced Zhang Qingyuan to several senior and junior brothers who were also under Daoist Ming Shui.
As fellow sect members connected by the same lineage, they naturally felt a certain closeness. They exchanged contact methods and vaguely formed a small group.
Ever since Daoist Ming Shui had told him that his lifespan was nearing its end, they had been in contact more frequently.
Through the messages exchanged among those senior and junior brothers, he learned that when his Cheap Master, Daoist Ming Shui, had departed, he seemed to have taken some of his disciples with him. No one knew where they had gone, and the sect showed no reaction either.
The situation seemed so strange that it left people utterly baffled.
But Zhang Qingyuan had no mind to dwell on it.
His attention was on the far more important matter of the Sea Clan.
Since his master had left Tianheng Island, what would happen to the Sea Clan's unusual movements?
He had not forgotten what had happened when he ventured deep into the Deep Sea Region, nor the possibility that Ouyang Qianqiu had another hidden enemy—a Cave True Great Power.
Although the Sea Clan's Third Prince had been severely injured by him back then,
as a member of the Sea Clan's royal bloodline,