A delicate cloth wiped over the mahogany dining table.
Not long after,
the room's door closed.
Everyone retreated outside the door, bowing their heads and quickly leaving.
In the woods behind the mountain,
the elder slowly raised his hand, following the practice of cultivation.
Not long after,
four golden lotuses materialized above his head.
Jiang Qingcang's figure reappeared in Da Peng City.
No one would have thought that a person who should have died was living under their noses in another identity.
Regarding the strict system of the Jiang family, Pei Jinye had no intention of correcting it; he also had to appreciate that it was precisely this system that trained the people's hearts, saving him a lot of trouble.
Staying with the Jiang family meant he didn't have to worry about cultivation resources for a while.
The integration of the business had come to an end.
