Wang Xuanyang's words left Dao Xuan Real Person, Huang Yanfeng, Ye Chengjun, and the others exchanging glances. For a moment, none of them knew what to say.
Wang Xuanyang looked at them and let out a soft breath. "Still, regardless of which explanation is right, we can be certain that this person is no ordinary figure. He's someone we absolutely must not provoke."
He sighed again, then gave a bitter smile. "I may be reluctant to admit it, but I even handed him my Tianxin Sect's Secret Technique Not to be Transmitted. Still, if that can dispel his hostility toward my sect, then it's a blessing in disguise."
Ye Chengjun remained silent.
Even Wang Xuanyang had taken that stance. How could he still harbor resentment over his son's death?
Ning Wangshu naturally had no idea that Wang Xuanyang had so many theories about his origins, and even suspected he was the reincarnation of a powerful True Immortal who had existed since the Ancient Era.
After leaving the Ye Family, he returned straight to Jiangnan City.
He had spent the day going from place to place: first to Taikang City, then to Yuncheng, where he had also escorted Tong Zhan and his daughter Tong Rui back to Qinghe City. After that, he had gone to the Guangnan Ye Family. Though it hadn't taken too long, it was already late at night by the time he got home in Jiangnan City.
"Wangshu, you're back! Did you take care of everything?"
Lin Qingzhu was still awake. As soon as she saw Ning Wangshu return, she hurried over to greet him.
Ning Ruoxuan and Zhu Xiyan had already gone back to their rooms to sleep.
"Yeah, it's all taken care of."
Ning Wangshu nodded slightly, then looked at Lin Qingzhu. "Qingzhu, it's getting late.