Spring gave way to autumn, and two years swiftly passed.
On Gold Shark Island, in a vast azure plaza, Han Changming, Ye Xin, Han Debiao, Liang Youshan, and Lingxiao True Person sat at the front, while over ten thousand cultivators sat nearby.
Han Changming was giving a discourse today, drawing many cultivators. It was also an excellent opportunity for the Han Clan to display its strength.
"Five Spirit Transformation cultivators!"
The cultivators drew sharp breaths. In the Outer Sea, it was difficult for them to even glimpse a Spirit Transformation cultivator, yet five had appeared before them at once.
Han Changming briefly spoke of his experiences. Naturally, he did not mention the Creation Gourd, merely recounting his experiences over the years while leaving out the important parts.
More than an hour later, Han Changming finished recounting his experiences and began discussing the art of alchemy, answering the questions of more than a dozen fourth-rank alchemists on the spot.
"Thank you for your guidance, Senior Han. A single word from you has spared this junior a hundred years of detours."
"Exactly. Senior Han is righteous and generous, willing to answer the doubts of outsiders like us. This junior truly admires you."
"Senior Han's noble character makes you a model for cultivators like us."
Several Nascent Soul Cultivators showered him with praise, but Han Changming did not take it seriously.
"I am only sharing my own insights. Insights vary from person to person; I merely hope they will be of use to you."
Han Changming said with a smile.
"We offer Senior Han a toast, in thanks for clearing away our doubts."
Han Wenlong raised his wine cup.
"A toast to Senior Han."
The cultivators raised their cups one after another, toasting Han Changming.
Han Changming did not put on airs