The feast is nearing its end.
"Hmm? Who is this person?"
Li An suddenly cast his gaze towards the entrance.
In fact, he had already noticed.
As the feast was finishing, a servant brought up an old man, chained by the neck, with his limbs severed, trained like a dog, crouching outside the door.
"Master Zuo may not know, but this person is an old friend of my husband and my mother!"
Chen Qingling spoke slowly, "His name is Zhao Xian, who entered the Profound Yang Sect with my mother and my husband in the past. After the Profound Yang Sect was destroyed, my mother took me to seek refuge with the Zhao family, but he, with the heart of a wolf and lungs of a dog, tortured my mother to death—"
"So, after I destroyed the Zhao family, I cut off his hands and feet, making him a dog of our Wang family, to make him repay for everything he did."
