Setting Up (1)

Hearing Zhou Mucheng's high-sounding words, Chen Xianhe kept praising how stable and prosperous Guang 'an Prefecture was under the Zhou family's rule.

Then, Chen Xianhe's face fell again.

"Sigh, what a pity…"

"Fellow Daoist Chen, what are you regretting?"

Zhou Mucheng drank a cup of spirit wine and said calmly.

" It's a pity that 50 years ago, in the battle of the Southern Mountain, 12 cultivators of my Chen family died in battle. As a result, the number of cultivators in the clan has dwindled…"

Before Chen Xianhe could finish his sentence, Zhou Mucheng slammed his wine glass on the table and stared at Chen Xianhe."Your Chen family is the remnant of the battle at the Southern Mountain's City?"

"Could it be that Senior…"

Chen Xianhe raised his head and looked at the man in surprise.

Zhou Mucheng nodded and his tone softened. He said in a low voice,"I was a sergeant in the Southern Mountain's City."