"Yue'er's junior brother from Jia Nan Academy?"
The middle-aged man frowned, his expression showing little change.
It was only Jia Nan Academy. Even if he was an outstanding disciple, just how outstanding could he be?
And he was Yue'er's junior brother, so he was naturally younger than Yue'er. His strength probably was not much to speak of either.
The middle-aged man lost interest. At present, all his attention was focused on the Han Family.
The Han Family had already reached a critical moment of life and death.
What he needed was someone who could resolve the Han Family's crisis, not some callow youngster.
Unless this youngster was stronger than Hong Chen. Then, if he represented the Han Family and defeated Hong Chen, he could at least shut the Hong Family's mouths, shut the Wind-Lightning Northern Pavilion's mouths, and leave them with no excuse to act against the Han Family.
But was that possible?
The middle-aged man had no confidence in it whatsoever.
Still, he said nothing more. Guests were guests, and he was also Yue'er's friend. The Han Family welcomed him.
Over the years, Yue'er had smiled so few times that they could be counted on one hand. He could not possibly fail to see what she was thinking when she was this excited.
With age came wisdom. As the Han Family's patriarch, he was no fool.
As long as Yue'er could smile a few more times, that was enough. He did not ask for anything more.
At this moment, he was not merely the Han Family patriarch, but also a father who doted on his daughter.
Tap, tap, tap!
Footsteps sounded as several figures slowly approached from outside the hall.
The middle-aged man slowly raised his head and saw Han Yue hurrying in. Behind her, one man and two