He is my grandson. Why do I get the feeling he's even more composed than Ziqi? Murong Zhongzheng wondered in astonishment.
To anyone else, Wu Tian was just an ordinary mortal with business acumen. No matter how you looked at it, he appeared to have no martial prowess whatsoever. But Murong Zhongzheng's eyes were different. In his era, the Murong Family had stopped producing great talents, so they had to seek out gifted individuals to assist them. It was for this very reason that Murong Zhongzheng had specially trained his eyes to discern talent.
Could the Murong Family be underestimated?
Under the scrutiny of these discerning eyes, no one could hide. Yet, in Murong Zhongzheng's view, Wu Tian seemed to be enveloped in mist. The young man stood right before him, but he couldn't see him clearly no matter how hard he looked.
"Dad, this is my son, Wu Tian," Murong Yezi introduced. Although her father had not been kind to her, she still knew the proper manners expected of a daughter.
