Chen Nianzhi sat cross-legged on a giant rock at the edge of a precipice, closing his eyes and breathing in the morning glow, constantly nurturing the primordial purple qi within him.,In this life, his family background was quite good. The Chen clan was a small cultivating family with over a hundred cultivators and even a Foundation Establishment Stage ancestor presiding over them.,Even Chen Qinghao, who presided over the family meeting, nodded in agreement, rarely showing a hint of warmth.。