It had been nearly a century, and Wang Xuan had almost forgotten the question of his identity.
He was originally from Longjiang. His grandfather's generation had ventured east through the Shanhaiguan Pass. Speaking of those who went east, most had been from Shandong—including his grandfather.
In fact, his ancestors had once been well-off landowners, but his great-grandfather's generation had squandered it all on opium.
Well, a series of memories buried for a century flashed through Wang Xuan's mind. He sighed inwardly and looked at Wang Ren without saying a word.
Wang Ren was an old fox, and he keenly sensed the tremendous change in Wang Xuan's emotions after asking that question. His brow twitched almost imperceptibly. As expected!
Although he did not know Wang Xuan's origins, they were definitely connected to the Langya Wang Family.
So, if you counted it all up, he really was one of my ancestors from eight hundred years ago... Damn it, where could I even go to argue about this?
There was definitely no familial affection between them, but it was impossible for him to feel nothing at all.
At the very least, Wang Xuan could no longer bring himself to address the old man as "old man."
"Lord Wang..."
A hint of delight flashed across Wang Ren's face. "There's no need to be so polite. If you don't mind, just call me Uncle."
Wang Rong stared blankly back and forth between Wang Ren and Wang Xuan, completely unable to understand what had happened. They had been on the verge of a clash just moments ago, so how the hell had things changed in the blink of an eye?
"What's with the two of you?" Wang Xuan rolled his eyes at Wang Ren. "You're really pushing your luck, aren't you?"
"Even if you were my