Pride

Shen Changchuan left as well.

Tiannan City—

Shen Chong was not the only one who felt no lingering attachment to this place.

Shen Changchuan felt the same.

Whether it was the memories from before his transmigration or the two and a half years afterward,

Shen Family Manor and Tiannan City had given him nothing but danger and oppression.

Within them, he had to tread on thin ice, never daring to let down his guard in the slightest.

Against such a backdrop,

how could he possibly feel any nostalgia for this land?

Even though he had now reached this point,

and could even disregard the Old Ancestor's existence and steamroll the entire Shen Family Manor,

none of it

really meant anything.

Let it be.

Shen Changchuan did not go to see the father of this body. After meeting the Old Ancestor and bidding him farewell in person, he directly departed with his uncle, Han Dayong.

"Old Ancestor, should we try to keep that one?"

Third Elder Shen Yingxia, standing beside the Shen Family Old Ancestor, glanced at him.

He also lifted his head and followed the other's gaze, watching Shen Changchuan's streak of light vanish beyond the horizon. After some hesitation, he voiced his suggestion.

Unlike Shen Chong, who had forged a blood-deep hatred with the entire Shen Family,

although Shen Changchuan had likewise suffered First Madam's suppression in his youth,

at least he had not fallen out with the Shen Family to such an extent.

If they drew him close and won him over, perhaps they could pull him back into the Shen Family's camp.

After all,

their blood came from the same source.

A flicker of temptation appeared on the Shen Family Old Ancestor's face,

but soon,

he shook his head again.

"Forget it."

The Shen Family Old Ancestor