Everything was to avoid getting lost in the Nether Path.
Unlike Wen Yan, who had it so easy—he just found a special ghost to show the way.
Too bad Wen Yan isn't one of their Mount Qingcheng people. Too bad, that bunch of old geezers from Fuyu Mountain, how did they move so fast!
He even secretly asked around—Wen Yan wasn't with Fuyu Mountain a few months ago.
Thinking about this, Qing Xuzi felt regretful. What's worse, he'd actually met Wen Yan years ago, yet somehow didn't spot anything special back then.
If only he'd brought Wen Yan into Qingcheng, wouldn't that mean Wen Yan's son would be part of Qingcheng too?
The thought of Wen Yan's terrifyingly talented son—still a baby, already forging his Spirit Platform Dao Foundation. Ridiculous.
If he'd managed to bring father and son into Qingcheng, once he died, every year at the ancestor's memorial, besides the founder, it'd be unforgivable if the first incense didn't go to him.
