Standing up, he looked at the two Zong Peng brothers, "I’m heading back now. There’s constant trouble every day. You two should be careful; the rMolan Mansion won’t be peaceful for long."
"Yes, Elder Zhan, now that I’m back, I will definitely be more vigilant."
Zong Peng nodded respectfully.
He also knew that if they couldn’t find the Ning Family, the Southern King and his people wouldn’t let it go easily.
"Also, focus on cultivation for the matters of ten years later; leave everything else to him to handle!"
"Yes, Elder Zhan!"
This ti, Zong Peng’s expression turned serious.
Sending the Crane King to the Imperial City this ti was just incidental; the key was what Zhan Tian had just ntioned about the matters ten years from now.
"Hmm, you too, pay so attention to cultivation. Compared to your brother, you’re far behind."
"Born from the sa mother, how is there such a big difference?"
Zongzheng was once again scolded by Zhan Tian.
He really wanted to cry now, but he couldn’t bla himself for this.
Cultivating the Profound Realm is inherently slow, and he’s not a top-tier genius. Besides... the Profound Realm isn’t weak, okay?
What do you an by not from the sa mother?
The dragon has nine sons, and each is different!
But this was sothing he only dared to say in his heart. On the surface, he maintained a smile, nodding and bowing, "Understood, Elder Zhan, I will surely reach the Late Stage of cultivation soon. Rest assured!"
"Hmm! At least your attitude is decent!"
Zhan Tian nodded with satisfaction, then transford into a stream of light and disappeared in front of the two.
"Phew—"
Once Zhan Tian left, Zongzheng collapsed into the chair, exhaling a long breath.
Only now did his tense nerves dare to relax.
A wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over him.
Today was truly too dangerous; he genuinely felt the presence of death.
If Elder Zhan hadn’t co in ti, it would have been over.
Recalling Liu Yuan’s tragic state, he couldn’t help but shiver.
"Alright, since it’s all over, stop dwelling on it."
Zong Peng looked at his brother, who seed to be genuinely frightened this ti.
Masters of the Profound Realm may seem like individuals, but in the eyes of soone like King Gu Li, they’re no different from ordinary people.
"Big brother!"
Hearing this, Zongzheng sat up straight with newfound energy, expressing his dissatisfaction, "You say it so casually, but I almost died!"
"But you didn’t, did you? You’re alive!"
Zong Peng glanced at him and then slowly sat where Zhan Tian had just been.
"Hmph!"
Zongzheng was so annoyed he didn’t know how to respond, forcing a humph to show his protest.
This is his big brother!
His own brother!
Does he speak like a human?
Zong Peng looked at him and gave a wry smile.
No matter how old this younger brother got, he was always a child in front of him, fond of being childish.
"Alright, alright, big brother was wrong, and over the years I’ve leaned on you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to cultivate peacefully or break through. You deserve the most credit!"
Pampering his own brother was sothing he was used to and adept at.
"Hmph!"
Zongzheng tilted his chin slightly upwards, but still didn’t look at him, muttering, "Of course!"
"Here’s sothing for you, a little compensation from your big brother!"
Saying this, he tossed over a white jade box, small, only half the size of a palm.
Zongzheng dropped the act imdiately, reaching out to catch it hurriedly.
"Hiss..."
He inhaled sharply.
The white jade box emanated a bone-chilling cold.
Not only that,
A layer of frost rapidly ford on his palm; within a breath, his whole hand was enveloped in frost, which spread across his body at a visible speed.
Zongzheng’s body involuntarily shivered.
He imdiately summoned his Spiritual Power, wrapping the white jade box in it, only then did the cold dissipate.
Having done all this, he looked up at Zong Peng, "Big brother, what is this?"
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