Chen DaoTian stood some distance away, inexplicably wearing an expression of disdain for all beneath heaven.
Whatever. There was no point dwelling on such things. The old master had given them new lives and allowed them to witness this magnificent, surging age of immortal cultivation.
He still had to carve out territory in the True Immortal Realm for the Five Elements Sect. The old master might be easygoing by nature, but everyone had seen how he treated his own people. Could he really let them perish?!
"Everyone, cultivate well. Do not disappoint the old master's expectations."
Chen Yanshu turned back, his gaze sweeping across every face of the Chen Family. "For more than five thousand years, he refined Primordial Chaos River water and poured it into us. The old man... had it hard."
"Of course."
"Yes."
"We definitely won't let the old master's painstaking efforts go to waste."
Resolute voices rang out one after another. Chen Ba Tian and Chen Yanshu were considered the eldest and second eldest brothers among the Chen Family disciples, and their words carried tremendous weight.
Even Chen DaoTian, with his eight-pack abs and his arrogant, unrivaled air, had to lower his head before Chen Ba Tian.
Yet the strangest one was Chen Yanshu. He had forcibly revised several pages of genealogy for the Chen Family... right inside the book-type magic treasure he carried in his arms.
To Chen Fangsi, who looked half-dead already, such a thing was an heirloom. Back then, Chen Yanshu had seemed as though he wanted to leave the old master something to remember him by, passing through a particularly bleak period of time.
Judging by his current manner, he had likely learned some secret long ago.
"...You really knew how to endure without letting it show." Chen Fangsi smiled weatheredly,