Ji Ruyue smiled and said, "I told you that my husband is the most open-minded."
Shen Ping pinched her cheek. "Alright, you guys can stay in the Black Abyss in the future. I have the final say here now. No one will bully you."
"Yes, husband."
Life in the holy land was relatively easy. Other than cultivation, there was almost nothing else to do. Even if they went to kill abyssal beasts, a group of experts would fight to do it.
Time passed bit by bit. Another five years passed. Nangong Yao, Ling Yu'er, and Ling Qing entered the Black Abyss one after another. After they left, the Great Han Dynasty gradually collapsed and was replaced by other aristocratic families.
On the other hand, the Shen family's bloodline continued.
Shen Ping slowly opened his eyes in the cave abode's quiet room, and there was a hint of joy in his pupils. After cultivating in the Holy Land for more than ten years, he had finally raised all seven bloodlines to the limit of this world.
