"Greetings to Manor Master Wen."
Wen Fusheng was considered one of the most renowned experts in South Ridge. Luochun Manor, spanning one hundred and twenty-eight miles, neither advanced nor retreated, stood firm all these years without a single sign of wavering.
Regardless of which hall or gang you belonged to, none could gnaw away at the bone that was Luochun Manor.
Now, meeting this almost legendary figure, Wu Qianhuan couldn't help but feel a little excited.
But after hearing Chu Qing's introduction, Wen Fusheng was taken aback for quite a while.
He looked at Wu Qianhuan a couple of times, then glanced at Chu Qing, and said thoughtfully:
"If my old memory serves me correctly... the daughter of Wu Ganqi should have been betrothed already... You... surely haven't snatched her away by force, have you?
"Using your superior martial arts to bully people?"
"... ..."
Chu Qing rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay him any heed.
