A month later.
Chen Daoxuan returned to Shuanghu Island with a cargo ship loaded with spiritual rice.
When he saw Thirteenth Uncle's expectant face, he cupped his hands at Chen Xianhe and smiled. ""Thirteenth Uncle, Dao Xuan didn't fail the mission! From now on, the wandering cultivator market will belong to my Chen family."
Hearing this, she saw Chen Daoxuan's young but exhausted face.
Chen Xianhe had mixed feelings.
He opened his mouth but couldn't say anything for a long time.
After a long time.
He patted Chen Daoxuan's shoulder and sighed, ""Child, you've worked hard!"
Chen Daoxuan grinned and shook his head. "Compared to Thirteenth Uncle supporting the family alone for so many years, what Daoxuan did today is nothing. "
Hearing this, Chen Xianhe patted his shoulder again and said nothing.
...
Shuanghu Island's spirit vein.
Chen Daoxuan's residence.
