Fellow Daoist, How Have You Been?

Guang 'an Prefecture Port.

Looking at the carts of spirit ores being transported onto the cargo ship, Chen Daoxuan frowned and said, ""Thirteenth Uncle, do you think the Mo family will fall for it?"

When things came to a head, Chen Daoxuan could not help but worry about his gains and losses.

If the Mo Clan did not come, the Chen Clan's painstaking arrangements would be for naught.

Chen Xianhe was much more confident. He patted Chen Daoxuan's shoulder and smiled."Don't worry, they will definitely come.

You're still young and don't understand the desire of a Qi Condensation cultivator who's almost sixty years old to reach the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

Chen Xianhe still had something to say.

Back then, he had also been so desperate.

Chen Daoxuan's aptitude was astonishing, and the Chen family did not lack resources. To him, building his foundation in the future was a sure thing.