Lu Hai Changling.
This was a blessed land of immortal mountains stretching for tens of millions of miles.
Spiritual energy condensed into rain, and countless towering residences stood amid the sea of clouds.
The Changling Kong Family, Front Mountain.
Even without any special banquet, countless distinguished guests flocked here.
Brilliant streaks of light filled the sky, making it a lively scene.
Compared to the bustling prosperity of Front Mountain, Rear Mountain was much quieter.
On a flight of stone steps near the summit.
Two figures with deep, powerful auras climbed the steps side by side.
The woman on the left wore plain robes, but they could not conceal her voluptuous figure. Her bearing was elegant.
The other was a middle-aged man with deep-set eyes.
"Zhixia."
The middle-aged man seemed to ponder for a long time before finally asking:
"I heard that shortly after you took over as Manager of the Eastern Region, you killed the Fifth Ship steward who came back empty-handed last time?"
"Well... I'm ashamed to admit it."
A helpless look immediately appeared on Kong Zhixia's face, and she sighed softly:
"Uncle Bai, do you think I wanted to start killing people as soon as I took office?"
"I really had no choice."
"You know how that lower-realm cultivator who slipped away back then has grown increasingly rampant. He's refused to die all these years, and he's been a real headache for the family."
"But the people working under us don't understand the danger."
"Once they've enjoyed peace for too long, they naturally stop taking it seriously."
A cold gleam flashed in Kong Zhixia's eyes:
"If I don't put some pressure on them, and they keep slacking off like this... they'll never recover the Minor World that gave rise to that man, not even by the day they