Could his sister have lied to him?
No, that was impossible!
He carefully took out the letter he had treasured for years, its paper already yellowing, and pointed to the handwriting. "Old Zhou, please look. The letter clearly says Baihe County, the Li Family, and Li Yanzong. There can be no mistake. My sister even mentioned that the Li Family already had a Qi and Blood Realm cultivator back then..."
Old Zhou took the letter and examined it closely, his brows knitting.
After pondering for a moment, he seemed to recall something, and his pupils abruptly contracted. He stared fixedly at Cao Wenzhao, his expression incredulous. "Did you just say the Li Family that already had a Qi and Blood Realm cultivator overseeing it more than thirty years ago?"
"Precisely."
Seeing his reaction, a spark of hope ignited in Cao Wenzhao's eyes.
Old Zhou's mouth went dry. He drained his cup of tea in one gulp.
Cao Wenzhao noticed that Old Zhou's hand was trembling as he drank, trembling terribly.
Old Zhou drew a deep breath and forced himself to settle down.
Under Cao Wenzhao's anxious gaze, he slowly said, "More than thirty years ago, there was indeed a Li Family in Baihe County with a Qi and Blood Realm cultivator overseeing it."
The moment Old Zhou said this,
a startling light burst from Cao Wenzhao's eyes, and his breathing suddenly quickened.
"Old Zhou, you know this Li Family?"
Old Zhou gave a wry chuckle.
"Of course I do."
He looked at Cao Wenzhao, a tangle of emotions in his eyes—envy and awe.
"If what you've said is true, you're about to rise in the world."
Old Zhou's words left Cao Wenzhao utterly bewildered.
"Please explain, Old Zhou."
"I wouldn't dare accept that address. Just call me Little Zhou."
Cao