A few days later.
The newly appointed Fei Family Head, Fei Yong, sat across from Fang Xing.
The expression of this young man, Fei Yong, was exceptionally respectful, but a trace of complexity could not be hidden in his gaze.
Clearly, he also didn't expect that this grandfather-like figure would suddenly become a Dao Foundation master.
This even overshadowed much of his joy at becoming the new Fei Family Head.
"Hehe... you don't need to worry. I support you in becoming the new Fei Family Head without any big intentions. I plan to join Qingmu Ridge, and you only need to keep an eye on Poison Dragon Slope and take care of my ten-thousand-acre bamboo forest..."
Fang Xing sipped his tea, speaking indifferently.
"Join Qingmu Ridge?"
Fei Yong's expression changed; indeed, Fang Xing seemed to have wanted to join Qingmu Ridge long ago and had asked him to explore the way.
