Lin Chang'an's calm voice echoed beneath the autumn rain, as a distant line of Chen Family members, desolate and driven out, waited in place.
"Damn Chen Wen!"
"The old ancestor really was blind. Why didn't he choose Chen Feng back then..."
Having lost everything, the Chen family members were filled with resentment, but in this turbulent Immortal Cultivation Realm, they still needed to rely on the old ancestor.
At the forefront of the crowd, Chen Feng was even more nervous as he looked into the distance, only able to pray that his grandfather could secure a way out for the family.
However, under the autumn rain, a bloody Sword Aura flashed by, adding a chill to the air.
"Friend Chen, take care."
At this moment, Lin Chang'an raised his glass with an indifferent expression and slowly poured it on the ground, as a farewell to his neighbor.
At this moment, the hunched figure of Chen Qing, his gaze gradually dimming, erupted with the fierceness of his youth at the last moment.
