A piece of perilla leaf

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger.
As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated.
When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise.
But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)?
Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?"
"Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan."
"The direction must be clear."
"We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!"
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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

Grandpa Zhao Fu woke up to find that Zhao Rong had already prepared porridge for breakfast.


Despite not having slept all night, his abilities kept him from looking tired.


When Zhao Fu saw his grandson early in the morning, he just smiled kindly, not too excitedly.


Ever since Zhao Rong started practicing martial arts and roaming around Jianghu, leaving Hengyang and not returning home had become the norm.


Over these five or six years, Grandpa had grown accustomed to it.


Even though he heard outsiders talk about "the number one in the world", the old man, as always, did not inquire too much.


He knew there were some taboos in Jianghu, not convenient to talk about.


There was no need for him to ask; anything that could be said, Zhao Rong would share them as stories when he came home.


That morning during breakfast, unlike fishermen who might eat in silence, they chatted while eating.


Chapter 199: The Pure Land of Life