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Chen Ping'an stood in the cool and refreshing shade under the ancestor osmanthus island on the mountain summit on Osmanthus Island, and he couldn't help but think of the old locust tree from back home. However, the old locust tree no longer existed, while this tree was still thriving.
A tinge of melancholy welled up in Chen Ping'an's heart at this thought, but a faint smile then appeared on his face as he recalled the memory of Li Baoping running around with those locust branches on her shoulder. She was so adorable and energetic, and she feared nothing.
In a way, she was very similar to Fan Er, who had no worries and could live every day to the fullest. Chen Ping'an was very envious of them, and he hoped to become like them someday.
Aside from Chen Ping'an, there were also some other passengers gathered at the foot of the old osmanthus, and all of them had been drawn here by the tree's resounding reputation. Some of them were pointing at and commenting on the old tree, and there were also some women posing beside the tree while several Osmanthus Island artists drew commemorative paintings for them.
There was even a family of three that had requested one of the artists to draw a family portrait for them.
Back on the horse-drawn carriage, Fan Er had told Chen Ping'an that there was a diverse range of cultivation bases among the businessmen traveling from Old Dragon City to Stalactite Mountain for business, and they also came from all types of different backgrounds. However, one common trait among them was that they were all very cunning and calculating, and all of them had at least one or two powerful backers, so they were not to be messed with.
The Fan Clan only had a few designated storage warehouses on Osmanthus Island, while the rest were rented out to wealthy businessmen who wanted to transport their wares to Stalactite Mountain. These people had plenty of money and power, and some were even wealthier than the Fan Clan. For them, the only things that they were missing were a ship fit for intercontinental travel and a safe route.
Chen Ping'an wasn't the type who liked to start trouble for no reason anyway, so these words of caution from Fan Er were appreciated, but largely redundant.
At this moment, Chen Ping'an was standing silently under the tree. When a middle-aged artist declared that he was finished with his painting, Chen Ping'an approached him. He passed by the woman who was excitedly holding the finished painting in her hands, and as he did so, he took a glance at the painting to find that it was extremely vibrant and lifelike, far more so than the lifeless and rigid door gods that he had seen on the doors back in the small town.
The woman's hair and clothes were depicted...
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