Living steadily in the world of gods and mystery

"After the Zhou Family lost quite a few members, things have finally quieted down."

Zhang Yan had stayed at home for several days until the injuries on his face completely disappeared before he finally went outside.

At this moment, he said with a look of satisfaction, "Who do you think did it?"

Without waiting for Chen Li to answer, he walked back and forth, analyzing to himself, "It couldn’t have been someone from our Green River District; I heard that the person made a move in broad daylight, and seven cultivators from the Zhou Family were dead in the blink of an eye, without so much as a chance to fight back.

Such strength is not something we Loose Cultivators can have, and now many people outside are saying it was done by a Foundation Establishment powerhouse."

"Looking at that strength, it’s not impossible!" Chen Li, happy with the outsiders’ speculation, laughed and said, "Who knows whom the Zhou Family offended. However, this is good news for us. Without this person, who knows how much more injustice the people of Green River District would have suffered."

"Yes!" Zhang Yan, remembering the slaps he received, which seemed to still sting faintly, spoke with a face full of regret, "Alas, people talk about cultivating immortality, but how many actually make a name for themselves? If one day, I can die a natural death, peacefully in my own bed, I would be satisfied."

This little old man was clearly frightened by the Zhou Family’s interrogation not long ago.

Seeing that he had been involved because of himself, Chen Li quickly offered some words of comfort.

After sending Zhang Yan off.

Chen Li returned home to organize his belongings.