Looking at the busy streets and the towering buildings, Yu Yan's face was full of surprise, and he was full of admiration. Along the way, Leng Xuan was not in a hurry, but patiently explained the changes and progress of the world to Yu Yan.

Yu Yan sighed softly: "Although ordinary people don't have the strength of us, their wisdom is incomparable. Maybe one day, they can use technology to narrow the gap between cultivators and ordinary people." , Leng Xuan also agreed. Today's secular world is full of various weapons. Although those firearms can't cause harm to them, like the kind of nuclear bomb with terrifying power, even their cultivators have to be afraid of it. After wandering on the road for a while, Leng Xuan and Yu Yan arrived at the airport by car. After buying the ticket, the two sat in the waiting hall and waited for boarding. At this moment, Leng Xuan, who was chatting, suddenly heard a familiar name coming from the large-screen TV on the wall. At the moment, he turned his head and looked at the big screen, only to see a dignified-looking female host telling a piece of news. "Last night around 8 o'clock, Mr. Liu Yuntian, a well-known domestic entrepreneur and chairman of Liu's Group, passed away unfortunately at the age of 63. It is reported that Mr. Liu Yuntian encountered a series of car accidents on his way to a company meeting. He was seriously injured and died due to ineffective rescue after being sent to the hospital. The police are currently investigating this serial car accident..."

   "Dead..." Leng Xuan stared blankly at the big screen, his mind went blank. Back then, I met Liu Yuntian for the first time in Baiyun City and saved his life by chance. At that time, Liu Yuntian said that he would recognize him as his grandson, and also introduced his granddaughter to him. Although it has been a long time, the memory of this moment is like yesterday. In the past few years, he has been busy dealing with the affairs of the cultivation world, and has hardly visited Liu Yuntian. Now, it is already separated by heaven and man. Seeing Leng Xuan's sluggish look, Yu Yan, who was sitting beside him, whispered, "Leng Xuan, what's wrong?" Hearing his call, Leng Xuan suddenly came back to his senses. He wiped the wet corners of his eyes and smiled bitterly: "One of my elders passed away." Yu Yan patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Sorry and change." After a pause, he said: "Why don't you go to pay homage to your elder first? I'm not in a hurry anyway." Leng Xuan shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter. Old Master Ling and my elder are also friends. Even if he dies, Old Master Ling will definitely be there. In the past." After he finished speaking, he packed up his inner sadness and re-purchased a plane ticket to the capital.

  Two hours later, outside the Capital Airport, Leng Xuan and Yu Yan got into a taxi and drove straight to Liu Yuntian's residence. Liu Yuntian's residence is an independent private manor, north of the capital. When Leng Xuan was about to arrive at the manor, he saw that there were hundreds of cars parked on both sides of the road, and many men and women in suits were walking towards the manor one after another. Obviously, these people came to mourn Liu Yuntian. Given Liu Yuntian's status and connections, it is not surprising that there are so many mourners. After paying the fare, Leng Xuan and Yu Yan also walked over. Not long after walking out, a voice came from behind: "Leng Xuan." Hearing the sound, Leng Xuan turned his eyes and saw Zhao Xiaoqing chasing up from behind. Besides her, there was also a middle-aged man. , it is Pang Hong.