Chen Xun had taught Xiao Wuhen many things along the way. It was because his heart had truly matured and he could truly understand his own intentions that he could speak of them now.

But these words were only applicable to his own son. The path ahead would ultimately depend on Xiao Wuhen himself.

Xiao Wuhen nodded heavily. He always listened to his father, having been guided by him all the way, without any perfunctory intent. After all, his father not only had old immortal friends but also connections with small sects, making his words carry significant weight!

The setting sun gradually sank beneath the endless mountain range, the Milky Way stretched across the sky, spreading silently.