Yang Fan spoke directly, "Did you cause this trouble?"
Cheng Qian didn't say anything, he walked straight over, "Sit down first, listen to me."
Two chairs were already prepared in the yard, as if everything had been set up in advance for this meeting.
Only then did Yang Fan sit down slowly, curious about what tricks the old man was up to.
"Tell me, what's going on?" Yang Fan remained straightforward.
"Yang Fan, I've actually been waiting for you for many years, and you finally appeared." There was no change on Cheng Qian's calm face as he looked at Yang Fan.
"Waiting for me! Hell, I'm not a girl, why wait for me?"
"Yes, waiting for you." He repeated again.
"Waiting for me for what?" Yang Fan didn't believe things happened without a reason, everything had its cause and effect.
Cheng Qian thought for a while before speaking, "Don't you want to know about the Ancient Sword Sect? I can tell you."
