The group descended outside the city gates. Wang Zhian cupped his hands and said, "This junior, Wang Zhian, greets all the seniors."
True Man Feng Yi smiled. "No need to be so courteous. If we go by Daoyuan's standing, our seniority is actually lower than yours."
"You are already at the late Core Formation stage. With Daoyuan's help, it will not be long before you shatter your core and form a Nascent Soul. We may address one another as equals."
Wang Zhian did not stand on ceremony any longer. "Then, please come inside, fellow Daoists. The place with the densest spiritual energy in the city is the City Lord's Manor. Please rest there first."
After settling everyone in, Wang Zhian and Wang Daoyuan went together to the main hall of the City Lord's Manor.
Wang Zhian looked at Wang Daoyuan, his face full of gratification. "When I first took charge of the Lineage, the Wang Clan was only a Foundation Establishment lineage."
"At that time, every clansman dreamed of restoring the glory of our ancestors."
"Over the years, the Lineage's development has long surpassed my imagination. Even my own cultivation has exceeded that of our old ancestors."
"But I never could have imagined that you would actually break through to the Deity Transformation Realm and become the one and only Deity Transformation Cultivator in the Northern Abyss Cultivation World."
Wang Daoyuan gave a light laugh. "The Lineage's future will be even greater. Without the Demon Race holding us in check, there will be places everywhere for our clansmen to live."
"The spiritual energy of the Northern Abyss Cultivation World will also gradually recover. In the future, others in the Lineage will break through to the Deity Transformation Realm as well."
"By the way, how severe were Linhai Prefecture's losses this