"Han Zheng is paying a visit to the mountain?"
In the Jia Third Cave Mansion, Luo Chen asked with puzzlent.
Standing opposite him was a burly man—Xing Zonghan.
The forr Family Head of the Xing family, now the leader of the Luo Tian Creed Intelligence Departnt.
He respectfully said, "The man claims to be Han Zheng, and his identity should be genuine. After all, no one dares to impersonate the grandson of a Nascent Soul True Master."
Luo Chen frowned slightly, "Why so sudden? There wasn’t even a notice or invitation sent ahead."
The communication and visits between cultivators often have to be arranged in advance.
Otherwise, if soone is in the midst of closed-door cultivation, a visit without notice could either be fruitless or disturb the other party’s cultivation, which would be quite impolite.
Han Zheng’s sudden visit, quite like how people in the mortal world visit friends and family, was indeed surprising.
No wonder Luo Chen was so taken aback.
However, after Xing Zonghan’s explanation, he understood the reason for Han Zheng’s casual approach.
"Qin Yuanjiang is here!"
The arrival of Qin Yuanjiang could explain the casual nature of Han Zheng’s visit.
Because Qin Yuanjiang was truly here to visit his kin!
Presumably, Han Zheng also happened to be free and decided to pay a courtesy visit while he was in the area.
"Did he particularly ntion wanting to see ?"
Luo Chen inquired further.
Whether the visit was targeted could be discerned from the answer to this question.
If he specifically wanted to see Luo Chen, then this visit would be quite intriguing.
Xing Zonghan replied, "He did ntion wanting to see your elegance, the leader, but after hearing you were in closed-door cultivation, he didn’t insist."
Luo Chen knitted his brows slightly.
For a mont, he couldn’t quite discern Han Zheng’s purpose.
Was it simply to accompany his junior brother for a stroll?
Or did he suspect Luo Chen was the mysterious person who had saved him in the Divine Transformation Relics?
Or perhaps, there was so other need?
"Oh, by the way, not only Han Zheng and Qin Yuanjiang have co to Tianlan Immortal City this ti. There are also more than a dozen Foundation Establishnt Stage disciples from the Luo Yun Sect, among them true disciples."
After stating this, Xing Zonghan looked at Luo Chen.
"Leader, do you want to end the seclusion to et Han Zheng?"
Faced with this question.
Luo Chen walked to the door of the Immortal Mansion, his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze distant as he looked down upon the entire Tianlan Immortal City.
After pondering for a long while, he slowly nodded his head and said:
"Exiting the seclusion is a must."
"But eting Han Zheng is secondary, the main importance lies with Qin Yuanjiang."
Xing Zonghan was puzzled.
Qin Yuanjiang was just an ordinary Inner Sect Disciple of the Luo Yun Sect.
Compared to Han Zheng, who was the grandson of a Nascent Soul True Master, his status was worlds apart.
Was there a need for the leader to regard him with such emphasis?
Looking at Luo Chen’s slightly forlorn silhouette, he suddenly thought of so people and events with which he was not very familiar.
Qin Yuanjiang was not only the son of the rit Hall Master, Murong Qinglian.
He was also the son of the forr External Sect Elder, Qin Liangchen.
Both of these people had a close and unbreakable relationship with the leader before he rose to prominence.
And now, Qin Liangchen was dead!
"Leader, do you need to arrange sothing?"
"No need, go on with your own tasks!"
Luo Chen waved his hand, suddenly feeling hesitant in his heart.
The last ti he felt this way was when Zeng Wen died, and he went to face Xiugu.
...
Danxia Peak.
In the center of a large spirit field with flat terrain.
A little girl squatted on the ground, curiously looking at sothing in front of her.
"Such a big sweet potato, what a huge sweet potato!"
"Daddy, aren’t we going to eat this sweet potato?"
"Why cut it?"
Yuan Dongsheng looked at her with affection and said with his magnetic voice, "This is a new type of spirit potato developed by the Five Elents Divine Sect, with extrely high yields, it can even replace Spirit Rice. To plant it on a large scale, it must be cut into small pieces and then buried in the soil."
"Next year, it will grow big, and little Xijun will be able to co and dig up even bigger sweet potatoes then!"
The little girl looked up with big eyes, half-understanding his words.
She got the gist of the latter part though and happily carried a huge purple sweet potato to a hole dug in the spirit field, clumsily making her way.
"Bury it!"
"Dig up a big sweet potato next year!"
But reaching the small pit, the huge sweet potato just wouldn’t fit.
"Daddy, little Xijun can’t bury it, why not?"
Yuan Dongsheng gently smiled, "Because it needs to be cut into pieces!"
"But won’t that hurt the sweet potato?" Yuan Xijun held the sweet potato tightly, regardless of the mud staining it.
Yuan Dongsheng shook his head, "The sweet potato won’t feel any pain, and even if it did, a temporary separation is for it to grow bigger and more plentiful later. Xijun, growth is always accompanied by separation and pain."
As he said this, a suppressed sadness welled up in his world-weary eyes.
The little girl responded with a puzzled "Oh."
She then clumsily brought the sweet potato back, letting her father cut it into even pieces with a specially made wooden knife.
Above the spirit field.
A young man of stunning appearance, with eyes as if containing the stars, squatted on the far terrace, watching this scene with interest.
It wasn’t until clear footsteps approached from behind that he stood up straight.
"Dan Chenzi?"
"Greetings, Friend Han," Luo Chen clasped his hands in salute.
Han Zheng straightened his clothes and returned the salute with equal solemnity.
Luo Chen moved to stand beside him, shoulder to shoulder, looking down at the vast, flat spirit fields below.
So of the spirit fields were exceptionally well cultivated, already showing the signs of a second-order prototype.
Clearly, under Yuan Dongsheng’s leadership, the Agronomy Hall had achieved much over the years.
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