Qi Fang did not look well. She said,
"Zhang Kang is here. It seems something happened."
After hastily washing up, Meng Zhao brought Qi Fang to the main hall of the residence, where he met the much more mature San Gouzi.
The once shabbily dressed, impoverished youth now showed signs of expanding sideways.
His cheeks were plump, his belly rounded, and he wore splendid robes, jade around his waist, precious rings on his hands, glittering with pearls and jewels—the very picture of wealth.
Yet compared to the opulent air he wore, San Gouzi's expression was anything but pleasant. His face was drawn tight with misery, his eyes brimming with worry and urgency.
The moment he saw Meng Zhao arrive, he sprang to his feet and grabbed Meng Zhao, pouring out his grievance.
"A-Zheng, you have to stand up for me! My grandpa is so old, and now he's been taken away. Who knows how much suffering and torment he'll endure? You have to save him!"
Meng Zhao had initially thought it was some minor matter, but his expression shifted upon hearing this. He pulled the grim-faced Zhang Kang down to sit and said,
"Don't panic yet. Calm down. Even if the sky falls, I'll hold it up. Tell me exactly what happened first. Wasn't Grandpa Zhang doing well at home? How was he taken away?"
Though he had not cultivated for long, he had now created the Three Points Return to One Qi and successfully reached its entry level. Compared to when he had first entered Kaiyan County, his martial arts had improved by an unknown extent. Ordinary matters were no more than a casual wave of his hand to him, nothing difficult at all.
But this involved San Gouzi's grandfather. The old man was advanced in years and not