Several people grouped together and hurried towards Qin Tian's residence.
「At the same time,」
Within a secret chamber of the Purple Cloud Divine Sect, Qin Yang was conversing with someone. Before him, a silhouette sat cross-legged on an old meditation cushion with eyes tightly closed. His face was covered with stubble, his build was burly, his features were exceptionally rugged, and he emitted a strong aura of malevolence.
This person was Qin Yang's father, Qin Zhengming, and also the true helmsman of the Qin Family's lineage.
"Dad, that's what happened this time." Qin Yang took a deep breath and explained the ins and outs of the situation very clearly. Though there were many strange aspects to it, given Qin Tian's usual lawless behavior, it seemed reasonable.
