"Yes! Wanqing will never disappoint the Young Master's expectations!"
This time, her eyes no longer held a trace of timidity. Instead, they were filled with hope for the future and unwavering resolve.
After settling Mu Wanqing in, Zhang Chen didn't sit idle.
He went to the Lineage's Artifact Forging Room.
Although the war had ended, he knew all too well that this was only the beginning.
Now that the Zhang Family had taken its place as the overlord, it was bound to draw the attention of even more powerful forces.
And then there was Wang Jiuyin, who had escaped.
He was a hidden danger that could explode at any moment.
To forge iron, one needed a strong arm.
The Heaven Shaking Seal was powerful, but it had yet to fully mature. He needed to forge more trump cards for himself and for the Lineage.
Over the next few days, the Earth Fire in the Artifact Forging Room burned once more, day and night without pause.
Meanwhile, beyond the East Mountain Islands, a massive flying vessel bearing a black skull flag slowly cut through the mist, heading toward these waters.
On its deck stood an old man shrouded from head to toe in black robes.
He held a shattered Soul Tablet in his hand.
His frigid gaze seemed capable of piercing a thousand miles of ocean.
"Blood Fiend and Gu Ling, both sent by Elder Li, actually died... and even the Wang Family was wiped out?"
The old man's voice was hoarse, like the cry of a night owl. "This is interesting. It seems some remarkable figure has emerged in the East Mountain Islands."
Spring passed and autumn came; cold and heat took turns.
Time always seemed to fly by especially quickly in the Cultivation World. In the blink of an