As she spoke, Si Hong Qingyan tossed aside the Storage Pouch she had just finished checking and drifted away.
The entire group of Li Clan members stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded.
Zhen Shi Su Clan.
Ancestral Land.
A towering, majestic stone mountain rose high into the clouds.
The mountain was covered in rocks of every size and color. Not a blade of grass grew there, and the view was a magnificent patchwork of hues.
Several stone houses stood halfway up the mountain.
Inside one of them, brocade carpets and pearl curtains, Jiao Lamps and embroidered tents, and luxurious yet elegant furnishings filled the room. On the table, a small red-clay stove simmered with freshly boiled spirit spring water.
"The mountain tea is good in every way. It simply cannot be taken even a single step away from the mountain. No matter how it's preserved, it will quickly crumble into dust." Su Dai, the Su Clan's Ancestor, stroked his long beard and spoke gently. "Back when I moved this entire mountain back to the clan, you were still a child."
"And now, in the blink of an eye, so many years have passed."
Seated upright across from him, Su Lijing picked up a teacup carved from spirit jade and examined it carefully. At that, he said with a calm expression, "The tea tastes slightly bitter at first, then leaves a sweet aftertaste. It clears the mind, dispels evil, and wards off wickedness. It's a rare and precious treasure. Ancestor, all your hard work back then was truly worth it."
As he spoke, his expression was composed and his temper even. There was not the slightest trace of resentment or anger at having just lost the Sect Master Position.
Su Dai watched him and nodded slightly. "Among the younger generation I've