THUMP, THUMP, THUMP...
The moment Ye Jizu finished speaking, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from behind him, all within the coverage of Qin Fan's Divine Sense. Sensing the approaching person, Qin Fan was slightly taken aback.
The old man practicing Tai Chi Fist by the shore of Qingling Lake is Ye Jizu's father? The renowned Ye Congjun, a name celebrated throughout the high society of Lingnan?
In his past life, Qin Fan had heard that Ye Jizu was Ye Congjun's son, but he had never had the chance to see the man's face. Given his status as a scion of the Qin family, meeting regional magnates should have been commonplace. But alas, he was an outcast. Even before being thrown out, he was the most despised and detested member of the Qin family. Under such circumstances, how could he have possibly attended functions where he might meet a magnate of Ye Congjun's caliber?
