Early morning, the red sun was about to rise, and the thin mist had not yet dissipated.
A crowd of clan members gathered in the square in front of the mansion to bid farewell to the two family juniors who were about to enter the sect.
Qin Long patted his son on the shoulder and smiled heartily, "I've already told you everything that needs to be said, no need to nag anymore. My son, just go to the sect and cultivate; don't worry about me. When your cultivation is accomplished in the future, just remember to come back and visit."
Qin Feng tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to smile, but he couldn't, so he just nodded and grunted softly.
Not far away, Qin Xi was being held tightly by a weeping woman.
This was her mother.
To the woman, her daughter had now become a cultivator, and their family had received the care of the clan, living a life of no worries about food and clothing. Just cultivating well within the family was enough, so why go to the sect?