He was filled with excitement.
Chen Daoxuan walked out of the refining room.
On the way.
He saw a group of craftsmen repairing the courtyard that had been damaged by his experiment.
After some thought, he walked towards the group of craftsmen.
He had been in charge of the family all these years.
Whether it was the mortals or cultivators in the clan, they all had a deep impression of him, the young clan leader of the Chen clan.
He saw Chen Daoxuan.
Everyone was prepared to kneel down and salute him.
"Greetings, Young Patriarch!"
"There's no need to be so polite."
As soon as he finished speaking, before everyone could kneel down, they were lifted up by a gentle breeze and involuntarily stood up straight.
Everyone was both respectful and fearful of the clan leader, the immortal master.
After bowing, they all stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.
