The One in Southern Border

Wang Ye glanced at the three of them, then grinned at his mother.

He picked up his wine and took a sip before saying in a low voice, "I heard cultivators all over the world are looking for my younger brother, whom I've never met..."

Unlike Wang Donglai, Wang Ye had devoted himself to cultivation. His blue robe was greasy and shabby, and who knew how many years he'd gone without changing it at the Heavenly Saint Sect.

Fortunately, Qiu Mingyu knew her son didn't care about such things. If her husband were here, he'd probably frown.

Her son had his eyes on the heavens and couldn't see the splendor and riches of the mortal world.

Her husband was a clean freak, pampered from childhood. If he were anyone else, he probably wouldn't share a table with them in this lifetime.

A plate of beef and a plate of salted peanuts were Wang Ye's favorites.

But Wang Donglai had ordered a whole table of food and wine. Put side by side, the two of them looked like a young master of the Prince Duan Residence and a beggar.

But Maertai didn't notice the grease on Wang Ye's clothes. Instead, she cried out in surprise, "You've seen Wang Xian?"

Wang Donglai glanced at his wife, thinking, That's your second uncle.

Couldn't you show even a little restraint as his sister-in-law?

He shook his head, raised his cup to Wang Ye, and asked with a smile, "Is there news of my younger brother?"

Before Wang Ye could finish the wine left in his cup, the four women next door were already staring in stunned silence.

They looked at one another, too dumbfounded to speak.

Just as Tang Qingyu was about to cry out in alarm, Tang Shisan clamped a hand over her