Departure

Shen Chong left,

his figure vanishing from sight.

He already intended to leave the Tiannan Region Cultivation World, and even the Southeast Continent, to head for Central Province, where cultivation flourished most.

In the future,

perhaps Central Province would be the only place where he could be found.

Shen Changchuan remained where he stood, not moving.

By then, however,

he held two urns in his hands,

along with the payment Shen Chong had given him in advance for a task—a Storage Bag containing twenty thousand Superior Spirit Stones.

Shen Chong's request was not particularly difficult.

He had decided to leave the Tiannan Region and venture into Central Province.

Once he left,

he probably would not return for several decades.

Shen Chong needed to make proper arrangements for the remains of his two closest loved ones.

He could not let anything like today's incident happen again!

The problem was,

his rise had not been entirely smooth sailing.

Along the path of his growth, he had made a few enemies.

Although he had spent most of those years cultivating in seclusion, with little contact with the outside world and few feuds,

there were still people who bore blood grudges against him.

And he had not slaughtered every last one of those enemies, much less uprooted all their relatives and descendants, cutting out the grass by its roots.

While Shen Chong was still here,

those hiding in the shadows who harbored a sea-deep blood feud against him did not dare show themselves.

But once he left, and remained away long enough,

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

Moreover,

he still had to venture into Central Province's cultivation world, where he was bound to encounter no shortage of enemies.

Nor did he dare gamble on whether his future