Inside the grand hall, on a cold stone throne.
Chen Daoyan stood tall and imposing, exuding might and authority. His white hair flowed down, and his brows carried a weighty dignity, naturally emanating an aura of a ruler who could devour mountains and rivers, making others dare not meet his gaze.
"Zhixing, come and sit."
Chen Daoyan pointed to the seat beside himself.
"Alright."
Chen Zhixing was not shy, plopping down beside Chen Daoyan, directly grabbing a pot of Spirit Tea from the stone table in front of him and gulping it down.
As the Spirit Tea slid down his throat, it instantly transformed into pure, rich Spiritual Qi, coursing through his entire body.
The fatigue from Chen Zhixing's continuous journey was completely swept away.
"Elder Nether has told me about your performance in the Ruan Family. You did well,"
