Xie Huan looked at Shen Tian’s face, now thin and angular, and sighed lightly, "Uncle Shen, you’ve worked hard these days."
"What is the Young Master saying? As long as you and the Family Head are safe, I’m content."
Everyone chuckled softly, as the dark clouds hanging over the Sanfeng Association finally began to dissipate in recent days.
At that mont, there was a sudden knock on the door, and under everyone’s gaze, An Zhifeng pushed a dining cart into the room.
"Lunch, for you all." With that, he lifted a bowl of white porridge and a plate of small pickles to the bedside table, saying to Xie Huan, "White porridge, yours."
"Thank you." Xie Huan smiled softly in gratitude.
An Zhifeng nodded and silently withdrew.
The fragrant aroma of the dishes made everyone salivate; these were all made by Zhang Yufeng and were common ho-cooked dishes from Northern Xuanjin. Shen Tian and the others had grown up on Flower Island, and even if they occasionally went north, they would always stay in hotels, never having the chance to eat such authentic ho-cooked als. Just one bite, and they couldn’t stop, devouring the food eagerly.
Poor Xie Huan, holding a bowl of white porridge, watched wistfully as Shen Tian and the others wolfed down their food, his delicate face scrunched up in distress.
"How did you find this place?" Xie Huan asked, chewing slowly and deliberately.
"I called our Family Head’s phone, and Miss An didn’t answer and hung up. During that ti, I captured the phone’s location." Shen Tian chuckled; their Family Head’s phone had advanced technology implanted in it. No matter if the call was answered or not, as soon as the other party interacted with the phone, it would capture the location information. This invention was developed by a tech-savvy brother in the Sanfeng Association on a whim, and it unexpectedly ca in handy.
Xie Huan smiled, "When you ca, didn’t they give you any trouble?"
"How did you guess, Young Master?" Wang Mang put down his bowl and chopsticks, and in a gruff voice, narrated how they were tied up by An Zhifeng and his people. This was the first ti their generals had suffered such a loss.
Xie Huan listened with amusent, not in the least sympathetic, and even sowhat schadenfreude, "This ti you’ve realized there are always people better than you, haven’t you?"
Wang Mang scratched his big head and picked up his rice bowl again, burying himself in his al.
As for Shen Tian, he elegantly wiped his mouth, put down his bowl and chopsticks, "Young Master, do you think An Yiqing can be trusted?"
"She’s very strong, and her people are strong too." Xie Huan replied without a second thought, "The people of the Sanfeng Association are not her match. If I’m not mistaken, she should be a Martial Cultivator."
Crash—A white porcelain bowl fell to the ground, and Wang Mang was dumbfounded.
"Young Master, are you sure?!" Shen Tian’s face was filled with excitent.
Xie Huan calmly nodded, "I’m an Ancient Martial Artist, her aura is far stronger than mine. There shouldn’t be much difference."
Shen Tian’s body shook; in the Sanfeng Association, there were two Ancient Martial Artists, Xie Xiaoran and Xie Huan. In everyone’s eyes, the two of them were like gods. However, today Xie Huan told him that seemingly delicate An Yiqing was actually a Martial Cultivator. It was akin to an international superstar standing in front of a young girl; the excitent and shock were indescribable.
"A Mar-Martial Cultivator... Impossible, right?" Wang Mang ca back to his senses, stuttering, "Even if she’d been cultivating from the womb, it’s impossible..."
"Wang Mang, you need to know, in this world, there’s no shortage of geniuses." Xie Huan glanced at Wang Mang, "I’ve investigated An Yiqing’s background. She’s the direct disciple of dicine Sect Ye Chenghong, with remarkable dical skills and a noble lineage. Moreover, she has an unwed fiancé known as the God of Slaughter."
"You an that... General Gu?" asked Shen Tian cautiously. He didn’t know much about An Yiqing and thought recent online rumors were just nonsense, but...
Xie Huan glanced at him, "Yes, the third young master of the Gu Family, Gu Yelin."
Hiss—Shen Tian drew a sharp breath, and Wang Mang pounded his chest hard. Gu Yelin, he was the idol of all the n in Xuanjin!
Despite his young age, he’d accomplished nurous feats, creating countless miracles in battles big and small. He had an enviable family background, but it did not overshadow his own brilliance. When people ntioned him, they never referred to him as the third young master of the Gu Family but as General Gu.
It’s evident that the aura of the Gu Family was already buried under his own brilliance.
"So the rumors online were true!" Shen Tian let out a long breath, then seed to realize sothing, "Young Master, do you have any plans? Do you intend to use An Yiqing’s connection to collaborate with Gu Yelin?"
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