Chengsheng Mountain, Chengdao Peak.
Han Li stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his splendid green robe fluttering as he gazed at the prosperity of Han Mansion, overcome with a multitude of emotions.
"In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed," Han Li murmured to himself softly.
Ever since he decided to further keep a low profile and nurture his growth, causing Chengsheng Mountain to rise higher day by day, thirty years had elapsed.
In these thirty years, many events had transpired, but only three truly mattered to Han Li.
The first event happened twenty-one years ago.
Before that, within a mere year, Han Li had intercepted the stunning Saintesses Zi Miao Zhen and Ji Mingyue, along with the Purple-dressed Empress Yuan Youwei, and captured them back to Chengsheng Mountain. The three women subsequently bore him offspring one after another.
