"The master of South Zhang?!"
Wang Qiankun's gaze was profound, sweeping past Zhang Sheng to Zhang Fan, and his lips curled into a fleeting, inscrutable smile.
"Li Linglong truly birthed a fine son."
He felt a sense of nostalgia; at this moment, casting aside grievances, seeing the child of an old acquaintance elicits a different taste in his mouth, reviving memories of youth.
"You may go!"
With a simple thought, Wang Qiankun's heart returned to clarity; he gestured with indifference.
"Brother, you mustn't..."
Suddenly, a hurried voice came from afar in the night.
In the moonlight, Wang Qian'an appeared anxious, signaling to Wang Qiankun beneath the peach blossom tree.
Should this endeavor fail, letting the Human Xiao and the master of South Zhang go, the Wang Family would have no explanation for the White Crane Temple or the Daoist Alliance.
"Our Wang Family needn't explain to anyone," Wang Qiankun remarked faintly.
