"Did you kill it?"
At noon, Zhou Qiankun came as usual to deliver food and saw the Iron Armor Pig lying there, his eyebrows slightly furrowing.
"Brother Qiankun, your son Changwang is quite something."
Old Xu greeted Zhou Qiankun warmly, also attempting to ease tensions with Zhou Changwang.
He did feel guilty about the night watch incident, but judging from Zhou Changwang's recent series of changes, he could clearly perceive that the young man's growth and transformation meant his future would not remain confined to the Spirit Field.
Thus, even though his face was hurt, Old Xu remained enthusiastic.
In fact, this had been his principle for many years: strive not to offend anyone.
Especially young people with potential like Zhou Changwang.
Seeing Zhou Changwang nodding, Zhou Qiankun furrowed his brows even more deeply and said, "Changwang, let me tell you a story."
"What kind of story?"
Zhou Changwang was taken aback.
