Cultivation: From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

At his current realm, Zhou Xun had long since lost the hostility he once felt toward those old enemies.

As the saying went, things remained while people changed. Beneath the river of time, whether hatred, friendship, or anything else,

would eventually become part of the past!

"This is also thanks to the Island Lord's magnanimity!" Luo Hong's eyes were filled with admiration and reverence.

Ever since joining Forgetful River Lake, he had never understood why his two uncles, whom he had never met, and his father

had become enemies with the Island Lord back then.

With the Island Lord's abyss-deep, mountain-still bearing, he only regretted that he could not have followed him sooner.

At this moment, when the others saw Zhou Xun, they too were so excited they could scarcely contain themselves. One after another, they prostrated themselves on the ground and repeatedly kowtowed.

"You are all members of Forgetful River Lake. There is no need for such ceremony!"

Zhou Xun smiled faintly and waved his hand.

A gentle lifting force slowly raised everyone to their feet.

"Thank you, Island Lord!"

They only felt that the Island Lord truly deserved to be called the foremost cultivator of the Eastern Wasteland. Whether in cultivation or bearing, he inspired heartfelt admiration at a single glance.

Even toward low-level cultivators like them, he was just as gentle, without the slightest airs of a Core Formation True Person.

He was like a patient elder, making people feel close to him.

"Luo Hong, you have been stationed here. Tell me about this ghost mist—every detail from when it first erupted until now."

Zhou Xun instructed.

"Island Lord, please forgive me. When the ghost mist erupted, I was in the marketplace and did not experience it personally. I fear there may be omissions."

"Why not let