Red Tiger Mountain.
Zhou Yuanchen descended from the sword light, gazing at the spirit mountain ahead, half-covered in array mist, with a complex expression in his eyes.
Of course, it was not his first time here, but every time he came, his feelings were quite different.
The last time he was at Red Tiger Mountain was when Zhouyang held the Purple Mansion celebration, and at that time, he came with feelings of joy mixed with pride.
He was happy for the Zhou Family's promotion to a Purple Mansion Clan and proud to be a member of the Purple Mansion Clan.
But this time, his feelings were very different.
"Husband, why did you stop? Didn't we already send a message to the Clan Leader and the others, informing them that we would come today to recognize our ancestors and return to our roots?"
Beside Zhou Yuanchen, a white-dressed woman with Ninth-Layer Qi Cultivation level, holding a two or three-year-old boy, asked her Dao companion with a face full of confusion.
