"Ow."
"What was that for?" Song Changsheng clutched his head, baring his teeth in pain.
"Hmph, you brat, now you're trying to manage your grandfather?" Song Xianming cast his line again, his usual calm already restored.
"If you don't want to say it, then don't. Why did you have to hit me?" Song Changsheng muttered softly, glancing at the Jade Pendant at Song Xianming's waist.
"You just want to know about that little matter in Sunset City, don't you? Don't overthink it. What should be will be. The grudges and grievances of the older generation will not affect you."
"Niu Dazhuang looks like he wants to eat me alive, and you still say it has no effect." Song Changsheng curled his lip.
A flicker of anger appeared on Song Xianming's face, only to vanish in an instant. He said calmly, "He is merely a reckless brute. You need not pay him any mind. He will not truly lay a hand on you."
"But..." Song Changsheng still wanted to ask more.
Yet Song Xianming simply waved his hand. The formation of Cloud Reaching Hall instantly expelled him, and in the blink of an eye, Song Changsheng was already standing outside the hall.
"What exactly is Grandfather hiding from me? Could it really have something to do with that Jade Pendant?" He had only asked a probing question just now, but Song Xianming's reaction had undoubtedly confirmed his suspicion.
Though his curiosity was bursting at the seams, there was nothing he could do if Song Xianming refused to speak. He could only wait for a day when he might pry his mouth open.
After returning to the courtyard, only a few days had passed with his mother before it was time to part again. Xia Yunxue had returned to the clan