"It's been more than two months now."
Wang Family.
A middle-aged man lowered his eyebrows, muttering:
"Still can't get in touch. There's no signal on Kunlun Mountain. Are we sure he hasn't gone somewhere else?"
"It's something that can't be helped if that person doesn't respond." Wang Zixi sat upright in the main seat, her voice flat:
"Everyone has their fate; life and death are decided by heaven. The Grandmaster has lived over ninety years, it's a good death."
"You..." The middle-aged man looked angry but dared not vent his anger at the patriarch, so he said sullenly:
"If that person were willing to take action, grandfather wouldn't have to die."
"Hmph!"
Wang Zixi snorted coldly:
"The Cui Family has a better relationship than us, yet when Mr. Cui Sr. was critically ill, that person also stood idly by."
"Why would he save the Grandmaster?"
"It's different!" The middle-aged man clenched his hands, gritting his teeth:
