At the pool behind Celestial Gate Mountain, Fang Qingyuan followed his usual routine and went to feed the Spirit Fish.
In a short while, this place would be taken over by Zhao E Lian's men.
Since they all belonged to the same sect, the main branch at Zongshan was unwilling to be too ruthless. Although Lechuan was being forced out, he was allowed to keep the wealth he had painstakingly built over the years.
They had given Lechuan half a year to deal with his own faction. Currently, some of Lechuan's and Zhao Liangde's relatives had already been relocated back to Zongshan's territory.
Thirty years had passed like a fleeting dream. The memories of two generations now came to a close.
Fang Qingyuan was now fifty-five years old, but because of the Divine Technique he had awakened during his Foundation Establishment, his appearance was still that of a young man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
