"What were you planning to do from now on?"
Faced with this question, Xiao Yan thought for a moment before giving his answer.
"I'm certain that I truly love cultivation and alchemy. Now that Ancestor Xiao Chen is here, the family no longer needs me to worry about it. I want to travel the continent and make my own way."
"This time, it'll be for... myself."
No longer for hatred or fate, but simply as a cultivator pursuing the purest joy and future of cultivation.
From the beginning to the end of the original plot, Xiao Yan had almost always been pushed forward—the promise of the Three-Year Agreement, the Xiao Family's blood-deep vendetta, the desire to rescue Yao Chen, the pressure brought by the Ancient Clan, the Soul Clan's killing intent...
Now, Xiao Yan felt very relaxed. He no longer carried any burdens and could truly do what he wanted.
Xiao Chen had long since arrived in the Jia Ma Empire and gathered together the scattered, reclusive members of the Xiao Family, intending to restore the Xiao Clan's former glory.
"Not a bad idea." Qin Sheng nodded.
"I have a suggestion for you. Stay in the Hall of Souls."
"Wasn't the Hall of Souls going to be disbanded?" Xiao Yan asked in confusion.
"I'll retain the Hall of Souls as an organization. Or rather, the Hall of Souls that belonged to the Soul Clan will be disbanded." Qin Sheng said,
"I'm going to establish a New Hall of Souls."
The Hall of Souls had strongholds throughout the entire continent, like a vast net covering every region. Once he took it over and made certain changes, he could easily extend his reach everywhere. It would be extremely convenient.
Since there was already something ready-made, there was no need to tear it