A series of notifications appeared.
Qin Xuan was about to burst with joy.
'The cultivators of the Wang Family have really made me a fortune!'
...
The Wang Family Ancestral Hall.
The annual ancestor worship ceremony had begun.
In the center of the mourning hall, white banners hung down.
Because it was a period of mourning, the memorial tablets of Wang Runsheng and the other Wang Family cultivators who had died in the great war of the Cultivation Realm were enshrined within.
Qin Xuan sat in the seat of honor, his figure hunched. As he gazed at the memorial tablets, his mind had already drifted far away.
'Twelve thousand Qi Refining Clan Members in total, one Merit Point for every four people... for a grand total of three thousand Merit Points. Done deal!'
'I can't believe I managed to squeeze out one last score before leaving.'
Qin Xuan found that he was growing fonder and fonder of his role as the Wang Family's ancestor.
