Wang Shouzhe had come all the way out here to advance because he had no choice. Advancing to the Purple Mansion Realm at just over a hundred and thirty years old was truly rather outrageous.
If he could keep a lower profile, then naturally, it was better to do so.
Of course, if keeping a low profile proved impossible, Wang Shouzhe did not particularly care. After all, today's Wang Clan was no longer what it had once been. Their strength in the open and their hidden strength combined were so formidable that even Wang Shouzhe himself found them astonishing.
What was more, the Wang Clan had now contributed greatly to the Great Qian Kingdom, formed a marriage alliance with the Great Qian Imperial House, and forged deep ties with the Lingyun Sacred Land. The Holy Maiden of the semi-autonomous prefecture of the Southern Frontier was even his own younger sister.
Within the small patch of land that was the Great Qian Kingdom alone, their power had already put down deep roots.
Under normal circumstances, no blind fool would come looking for trouble with the Wang Clan.
At the same time.
Outside the small island, several hundred li away, a massive ironclad warship was anchored. The golden insignia representing the Wang Clan gleamed brilliantly upon its hull beneath the sunlight.
At this moment, figures of imposing bearing and ethereal grace stood one after another upon the ironclad warship's deck.
They were naturally the Wang Clan members led by Wang Longyan and Liu Ruolan.
The family head's advancement to the Purple Mansion Realm was a matter of enormous importance. This time, aside from Ancestor Xiaohan, whom Ancestor Longyan had ordered to remain behind and guard the clan, every important figure of the Wang Clan who could come had come.
Even Wang Zongan,