The year was drawing to a close.0

“It’s been three years since I went home. I wonder how father and grandfather are doing.” 0

Standing atop a mountain peak, he surveyed the outer sect, now quieter than before. The once-vibrant surroundings seemed somewhat deserted, creating a sense of unease within him.0

Aware that many had left the sect to celebrate the new year with their families and clans, only to return later to continue their cultivation, Chen Fan felt a tinge of isolation.1

Chen Fan hadn’t visited his family for the past three years because he used to be martial trash. The fear of disappointing his father and grandfather had kept him within the confines of the sect, avoiding the sadness he believed he would bring to his family.0

Now, however, he was no longer a martial trash.0

He was now a Qi Grandmaster capable of slaying first-level Yuanfu realm powerhouses,...4