Zhao Yuanhua truly seemed to believe that everything Zhao Yuanren had said to Wei Zhao that day had merely been empty pleasantries.
Chen Yan was nothing more than a minor Martial Spring Realm cultivator. Let alone in the eyes of his great-grandfather, even in Zhao Yuanhua's own eyes, Chen Yan was no more than an existence as lowly as an ant.
Even if Zhao Yuanren had made a promise to Wei Zhao, he himself insisted on willfully teaching Chen Yan a lesson.
What could his great-grandfather possibly do to him?
After all, among the Zhao Family's thirteenth generation of descendants, he was the most outstanding one.
He could even be called the Zhao Family's hope for the future!
But what he did not know was that the Zhao Family's hope, whether in the past, present, or future, had always been only one person.
Zhao Yuanren himself.
Zhao Yuanren was only twelve hundred years old now. Judging by the lifespan of a Guiyi Realm cultivator, he could govern the Zhao Family for at least another eight hundred years.
At the most, it was not impossible for him to lead the Zhao Family for another eighteen hundred years.
Unless the Zhao Family produced a true heaven-blessed prodigy who cultivated beyond the Guiyi Realm into the Divine Ability Realm, only then could they possibly be called the Zhao Family's "future."
As for Zhao Yuanhua?
He was far from qualified.
His cultivation talent was not enough, and his mind was even less so.
If Zhao Yuanhua had even the slightest bit of brains, he would certainly have understood that Zhao Yuanren's words to Wei Zhao had definitely not been mere pleasantries.
"But Fellow Daoist Chen is an instructor at our City Lord's Manor."
Pu Wenyu spoke:
"I, Pu, cannot allow Fellow Daoist Zhao to