In November, the autumn wind blew, and leaves fell in colorful disarray. The roads of the small town were covered with fallen leaves…
「In a certain inn.」
The Great Elder of Fairy Valley looked at Chen Pingping, his frustration apparent. "Kid, you really did a number, undermining us to this extent. You're the first one ever. You're an ancestor who can forge an entirely new path."
Chen Pingping sheepishly replied, "It's a misunderstanding. They all left of their own volition."
"Right, right, right, you're absolutely correct," the Great Elder rolled his eyes.
"You seem to be injured?" Chen Pingping observed.
The Great Elder shook his head. "Let's not talk about that. Tell me quickly, how did you do it?"
A youngster at the Imperial Path realm managed to accomplish all this? He didn't believe it. Nobody did.
