"Mr. Zhang, where did you hear these things?"
Zhang Fusheng made an 'oh' sound and replied honestly:
"A young girl named Li Yiyi, she is the descendant of the master of the Thousand-Mile Zhaoling."
Wei Bushi's tense nerves slightly relaxed, he said in a deep voice:
"These matters involve secrets of our two families, Mr. Zhang, please leave!"
His tone intensified, unequivocally showing the guest out,
Yuan Tiandao beside him also gripped his cane tightly, his hollow eyes ominously dark.
The atmosphere in the courtyard suddenly became tense.
Zhang Fusheng's smile remained:
"Before obtaining an answer, how can one leave first? Please enlighten me, both of you, on how to open Zhaoling ahead of time?"
"Must it be Miss Li? Or does Yuan Feidao know this secret? If I unveil the Thousand-Mile Zhaoling, will Yin Chang'an reveal himself?"
With every word, the expressions of the two elders grew exceedingly grim,
