Liuli Island.
As He Zhenghao witnessed the island he had protected for decades, and the other man standing deferentially next to him, bowing and nodding, who was his successor as the island's guardian, he could not help but feel a sense of pride.
There was a time when he too was reduced to unease and fear whenever someone came for an inspection, worried about being reprimanded by his superiors.
But now, only a few years later, He Zhenghao had become the kind of "important figure" he once looked up to.
After encouraging Zhao Changli, the junior in front of him, He Zhenghao familiarly entered the [Array of Mountains, Rivers, and Stars].
The mountains suspended above his head, shielding any outside nosiness.
The cultivators whom He Zhenghao had invited had been waiting here for quite some time.
"Daoist He!"
