Departure

Shen Chong left,

his figure vanishing from sight.

He had already decided to leave the Cultivation World of the Tiannan Domain, perhaps even the Southeast Continent itself, and head for the Central Continent, where the Cultivation World was at its most flourishing.

In the future,

perhaps only the Central Continent would still see traces of him.

Shen Changchuan remained where he was, without moving.

Yet at this moment,

two urns had appeared in his hands,

along with the reward Shen Chong had paid in advance for entrusting him with a task—a Storage Bag containing twenty thousand High-grade Spirit Stones.

Shen Chong's request was not particularly difficult.

Because he had decided to leave the Tiannan Domain and venture into the Central Continent.

Once he left,

he likely would not return for decades.

Shen Chong needed to settle the affairs of his two closest relatives after their deaths.

What happened today could not happen again!

But the problem was,

his rise in the past had not been entirely smooth sailing.

Along the road of his growth, he had offended more or less a number of enemies.

Although over the years, he had spent most of his time in secluded cultivation, with little contact with the outside world and few grudges formed.

There were still people with whom he had forged blood feuds.

And among those enemies, not every one of them had been utterly slain by him, nor had he uprooted their relatives and descendants, cutting the grass and removing the roots.

Now that Shen Chong was still here,

those hiding in the shadows with an ocean-deep blood feud against him did not dare reveal themselves.

But once he left, and remained gone for a long time,

the descendants of those enemies might very well repeat what had happened today!

Moreover,

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