Back then, after he had taken Wang Xifeng, the Shen family suffered a drastic upheaval, Chongzheng Academy suffered another drastic upheaval, then he went to the capital and lingered there for a while before traveling back and forth to the Northern Lands. Even counting it all up, only three years had passed. The child before him was already five or six years old—how could he possibly be his son?
Yet he had never heard that Wang Xifeng had another son.
And as he looked at the youth before him, his bloodline was stirring.
"That isn't my real father. He's a father I acknowledged halfway through the journey! I still haven't found my real father. Once I do, I'll definitely repay you." The youth spoke to Zhang Chen with the utmost respect.
Zhang Chen looked the youth up and down, then asked without betraying any emotion, "That wasn't your real father? You said earlier that the Wang family had suffered a calamity. What calamity was it?"
Hearing Zhang Chen's question, the youth did not hide anything. "My mother was driven to death by the Wang family. I was thrown out by them."
"Hm? Your mother died?" Zhang Chen was taken aback.
The youth nodded listlessly. "Yes. After my mother died, the Wang family drove me out. I wanted to find my father, but the Demon Race captured me instead."
Zhang Chen's heart stirred. He then calmly told a guard nearby, "Take him to wash up."
A guard led the youth away to bathe. Zhang Chen walked to the door and beckoned to the Demon Race steward. The steward hurried over, his expression humble. "What can I do for you, my lord?"
"Do you know Wang Xifeng of Jinling City?" Zhang Chen asked.
The Demon Race steward shook his head. "This lowly