After lunch, everyone parted ways at the Celestial Water Pier.
Shen Junmo rubbed her slightly warm forehead. She watched from a distance as Chen Cheng and his wife left hand in hand, a complex, indescribable emotion stirring in her heart.
Among the direct descendants of the Shen Family, she possessed the greatest talent for the Martial Dao. The family elders placed great hopes in her, grooming her as the successor who would carry on the family's legacy.
She had not let them down. At only twenty-two, she had already reached Small Success in the Bone Forging Realm. Her Cultivation progress was even slightly faster than that of the Shen Family's Ancestor in his youth.
She had always been proud of her talent for the Martial Dao, believing that no one in all of Linji City could cultivate faster than her.
Even Jiang Lang, known as the number one martial artist of the younger generation in Linji City, was nothing special in her eyes.
