A golden-eyed youth in armor soon strode into the hall. Li Jiangxia stood tall, taller even than Li Zhouluo, and bowed low upon seeing him, his massive frame sinking like a crouching bear as he said in a deep voice, "Greetings, fourth uncle."0

Li Zhouluo hurried forward to lift him up. Li Jiangxia's expression was grave as he spoke quietly, "Uncle Zhouluo, I've been stationed at the eastern shore for many days now, yet there's been no word from my father. I grew too anxious to stay idle, and with matters pressing on that side, I came back myself to ask if you've heard anything."0

Only then did Li Zhouluo recall that second young master Li Jianglong had returned with Li Minggong and the others. He had already been aware of the news and had attended Li Chenghui's funeral rites. At that time, Cui Jueyin had been away from the eastern shore, which was swarming with devil cultivators hoping to profit from the chaos. Li Jiangxia had...0