Son of Heavenly Dao

Bai Mengyi was deeply moved as he watched Lu Chengwen's ridiculous appearance.

This guy wore his emotions on his sleeve.

Though he was a multimillionaire and an Ancient Martial Artist of the Heavenly Four Gates.

He clearly distinguished gratitude from grudges and had a logical mind. He did not make enemies lightly, but when he encountered one, he dared to fight for his life. And... he really was formidable.

He was right. Their previous views of him had been far too stereotyped.

Perhaps the matter of the secret realm truly had nothing to do with him.

Bai Mengyi looked at Lu Chengwen. "I can't speak for the Bai family. Even without me, others may come looking to cause you trouble. You should be prepared."

"Ah, I know. That's why I said this is between Bai Menya and me. It has nothing to do with you! Go on, really, just go. There's nothing between us anymore."

Bai Mengyi knew Lu Chengwen was anxious to tend to his hand. Smiling faintly, he turned and left with his two attendants.

Bai Mengyi was gone.

Lu Chengwen raised his head and watched their retreating figures. Only after confirming that they had gone far away did he quickly stagger a few steps forward, brace himself against a large tree, and slowly sit down.

My injuries were serious. My whole body hurt!

Hua Xuening suddenly leaped out. "Master, you were incredible!"

Lu Chengwen looked at her. "Why are you here?"

Hua Xuening said, "Martial Granduncle brought me here! I was watching the whole time! But why did you let that guy go? You already won. No one could say anything even if you killed him! He was so arrogant before."

Lu Chengwen smiled. "Good Xue Ning, come here and let Master hold you."

Hua Xuening obediently