After paying respects at Chen Zhaohu's grave, Li Ji'an quietly awaited the return of the Red Stone Wanderer.
During this period, he strolled around the gathering place, where many houses now stood vacant. No longer could one find the idle old men basking in the sun by the street, nor the children frolicking and playing.
Apart from a few young hunters reluctant to leave behind the abundant demon beast resources of Fallen Dragon Ridge, most had already departed.
Even the grand mansion Chen Zhaohu was once proud of had fallen into disrepair after years without residents or maintenance.
"Senior, I wish to join the family; might you offer some guidance?"
"Second Uncle Chen, my father said that you are his Immortal Guide. When he first arrived here, without your guidance, it would have been challenging to embark on the Immortal Path, so please, do not assume such a posture anymore." Although mentioned many times, Chen Qingling still wouldn't change.
