God-Level All-rounder Expert

Chapter 159: Chapter 161, Stop at Tianjing Part 2

Mr. Suan, people don’t live up to their names; though his name includes the character "small," he is certainly not young.

Mr. Suan has white hair; even his beard is long and gray. His back is slightly hunched, yet he exudes the aura of a sage, possessing the demeanor of a wise man.

It cannot be said that Mr. Suan is physically weak due to old age, nor can it be said that he is stronger in his old age; rather, his health is average. In his right hand, he carries an unadorned rosewood walking stick as he entered the Fang Family’s living room.

Following Mr. Suan, there was a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, smart and clever, adorable, with a hint of baby fat, giving her a poised and graceful appearance.

In the living room, seated in the seat of honor, was an elder who looked even older than Mr. Suan, but his face bore a towering and domineering air. The sheer majesty in his eyes was terrifying, causing the little girl who followed Mr. Suan to lower her head immediately after one glance; she didn’t dare look again.

Apart from the elder, several middle-aged men and a woman were also present. One of the middle-aged men was Fang Jupeng, who was visibly restless and impatient.

"Serve the tea," the woman suddenly spoke out as the elder sat down.

Her dress was fashionable, but not overly so. She was not one to be outdone by the vulgar and gaudy, stunningly beautiful. Even the little girl inwardly sighed about how beautiful this aunt was.

A servant brought tea over which the little girl took for Mr. Suan.

The living room was enveloped in quiet, no one spoke first as the elder seated at the head hadn’t spoken yet, clearly indicating his absolute authority – he was the patriarch of this house.

The elder scanned everyone present and ultimately, his gaze rested on Mr. Suan, a trace of a smile appearing on his imposing face: "Mr. Suan, how have you been lately?"

"Not good," Mr. Suan shook his head.

"Why do you say it’s not good?" the elder asked.

"Recently, my mind has been unsettled. My sleep is fitful, and I abruptly think of old friends who used to drink and chat with me who are no more. My heart, for some reason, feels as if it’s bleeding."

Mr. Suan touched his chest, conveying deep anguish.

as if they hadn’t heard a word, and the mature woman

face darkened, a flicker of gloom passing through his murky eyes, but

absence. I too am saddened by this, but since that person is gone, Mr.

let out an awkward laugh and

if Elder Fang remembers the baby from twenty-five

words, the cup in his hand suddenly dropped to

if he had stepped onto a battlefield, his

the study," Elder Fang turned and

by the little girl,

room fell

up: "Could it be... that bastard still

don’t care if that bastard is still alive! But someone broke my son’s legs, and I must deal with

brother, please wait," the woman

you have something to

around freely. Your son was incompetent, letting people break his legs;

Jupeng huffed, but didn’t

Fang and Mr. Suan came

"Jupeng," Elder Fang spoke.

Fang Jupeng

crippled in Moon City?" Elder Fang

"Yes!"

years past. You must not harm him. Elder Fang’s tone was

"Dad! But Tian Qi

make a decision for that child. For

looked up suddenly: "Mr. Suan, even though you are highly respected,

and said, "Then, I personally will heal your son’s legs, and after three years,