The family returned to the living room of Tingyu Pavilion. The servants had already prepared hot tea and snacks, their faces beaming with vicarious pride.
Fang Han briefly described his life in the Qingxuan Sect, omitting his feud with Chu Feng and the dangers of plundering the Zhou, Wu, and Deng families. He only shared some observations about the Sect and amusing anecdotes from his Cultivation.
His parents and younger sister listened with rapt attention, gasping in amazement again and again.
Especially when they heard about the Qingxuan Sect's towering gates, powerful Elders, and various wondrous Martial Arts Cultivation Techniques, Fang Ying's eyes filled with longing. Even Fang Zheng and Lin Wan found themselves endlessly curious about the Qingxuan Sect, one of the seven major sects.
Meanwhile, while Fang Han was spending time with his parents and sister, word of what had happened in the Fang Family's main hall spread through Liangshui City as if it had grown wings.
