Old Master Fang sat in silence, his knuckles gently tapping on the armrest of the rattan chair, not knowing how long he had been silent before he slowly began to speak, "Last time Lord Qingtian came to see me, you should have been there."
"Yes, Lord Qingtian is arrogant and unpredictable in mood, I feared for the old master's safety, so I listened in from the side."
"Mm, what did he say?"
"He told us not to touch this child because the child is his successor."
"But he is also my grandson," Old Master Fang's mouth showed a bitter smile. "Although there's hardly any affection."
Feng Cangyun said, "The child bears a strong resemblance to his father."
Old Five!
