Xie An knew Zhang Hengshui had set his sights on him.
Although Zhang Hengshui had no evidence.
But this was not the peaceful, prosperous age of his previous life, where everyone cared about laws and evidence. This was a chaotic feudal era, and the Tiger Wolf Gate was a martial-arts sect at that. Many people did not care about martial virtue when they acted.
With a vicious wolf watching him, how could Xie An possibly enjoy peaceful days ahead?
Xie An only wanted to quietly develop his strength, then slowly seek immortality. He did not want to fight and kill either... He had simply been forced into it.
Then no one could blame him.
His gaze turned fierce and resolute.
As an old man, Xie An considered himself... someone who had always valued steady development, whose heart was as broad as the sea, and who made friends rather than enemies. He was rarely this decisive.
"Zhang Hengshui is just like Zhang Biao. He's used to being arrogant and domineering, so it's inevitable that some of his words sound unpleasant. Please don't take them to heart, Old Brother." Zhang Lin offered a timely reminder.
Xie An came back to himself and chuckled. "Don't worry. I'm already an old man. Naturally, I won't quibble over such trivial matters. Let's hurry and find somewhere to lie in ambush."
Xie An truly seemed not to care. He led Zhang Lin out of the ancestral hall and searched around for a suitable place to hide.
Zhang Lin, however, muttered inwardly: Can Old Brother really not care about this little matter? He certainly doesn't look like it...
With the Plum Blossom Monster glaring hungrily at them, Zhang Lin suppressed his thoughts and began searching for a suitable place to stake out.
In the end, Zhang Lin