The Yin Family of Cold River Valley was wiped out in one night, which would surely invite questioning from the Daoist Palace.
Regarding this, Zhou Yunshen still displayed a nonchalant attitude.
"As long as you are here, even if the Daoist Palace suspects me or the Zhou Family as the culprit, they wouldn't hold the Zhou Family responsible. On the contrary, after this incident, it can intimidate the major forces within a thousand miles, bringing another century of peace to the Zhou Family."
"As for a hundred years later..."
Zhou Yunshen looked at Zhou Fuqiu.
Zhou Fuqiu realized, "A hundred years later, as long as Fuqiu is still here, I will continue to protect the Zhou Family!"
"Perhaps!"
Zhou Yunshen smiled, not looking at the hell-like Cold River Valley, and controlling the Flying Boat to rise into the sky once more.
Behind him, the tumbling river washed away the bloodstains, returning to the riverbed, while ahead lay a vast open road.
