Over the sea, the small boat gradually drifted toward an island.
Chen Xun's fish basket was still utterly empty. He seemed never to like using bait when he fished.
This island was the Feng Family's base.
After NanGong HeLing entrusted part of the Garbage Recycling Plant's business to them that year, the Feng Family leaped to become a first-rate clan in the Mengmu Great Sea Region. Still, their foundations remained far inferior to those top-tier families.
Yet the Feng Family now had three Dao Integration ancestors. The strongest among them had already reached Mid-Stage Dao Integration—an existence that could swagger unhindered throughout the entire Mengmu Great Sea Region.
This island had also been purchased by the Feng Family. It was quite populous; with a casual glance, Chen Xun estimated at least a hundred thousand inhabitants. They even had festivals of their own, and the family's fortune was flourishing.
In the blink of an eye, so many years had passed.
Yet there was no longer any simple-minded fool here who wanted to act like a noble young master but could never quite pull it off. There were only young descendants diligently cultivating in the family training grounds.
The small boat docked by the shore. Chen Xun looked over the entire Feng Family and found it rather good.
Ever since meeting that Spirit Bird, for some reason, his eagerness to return to the sect no longer felt quite so urgent.
Major events had come one after another over these years, and he had rushed along the whole way. He also wished to quiet himself and slow his steps a little.
With a peaceful expression, Chen Xun sat at the bow and watched the architecture of the Feng Family's hometown. Blessed Grotto Heavens lay nestled amid the mountains and waters. Judging by the