Chen Changan seemed to understand his father's reasoning too. He hadn't wanted to raise too many people in the Emperor Pavilion to the Ancestral Realm.
Perhaps Chen Changan's father had known from the beginning that he would leave, so he hadn't wanted the Emperor Pavilion to become too difficult to control.
He had only helped a handful of his most trusted people advance, so the overall situation in the True Realm wouldn't change too much.
At the same time, that had made the Emperor Pavilion easier to control.
Especially when he left, he'd made the Emperor Pavilion split apart, doing even more to keep it from going down a road of no return.
"So, what kind of wine is it?"
"How much did he leave behind?" Chen Changan asked curiously.
"I think the name was High Wine. Yes, that was it."
"Your father left quite a lot. He said he was worried you wouldn't have enough to drink."
High Wine?
Sure enough, that was just the kind of name his father would come up with—always so unexpected.
"Did my father say it made you feel high after drinking it, so he called it High Wine?"
"Yes, yes, that's exactly how your father explained it back then."
"Like father, like son. No one knows a father better than his son."
Heh!
Hearing Mu Zhanying's words, Chen Changan could only chuckle awkwardly. He really didn't want to understand.
"Little brat, you've heard the story now, haven't you?" Old Master Mu asked grumpily.
"I've heard it, I've heard it."
"My dad really is pretty unreliable, and the things he does are just ridiculous."
"Grandpa, don't worry. If I see him, I'll give him a good beating and let you blow off some steam," Chen Changan said with a grin.
"Forget it."
"So many