In a fit of rage, Zhang Dingming slapped Zhang Mengchen again.
"You truly are rotten wood that cannot be carved. The Wang Clan was merely a Foundation Establishment family back then, yet they produced someone as broad-minded as Wang Daoyuan.
"Our Zhang Family is a great clan with tens of thousands of years of foundation. How did we end up producing a frog at the bottom of a well like you?
"Other than wealth, your eyes cannot hold anything else.
"Hand over your affairs to Mengjue. From now on, honestly face the wall and reflect on your mistakes.
"Come out to manage family affairs again only when you have thought things through."
Wang Daoyuan's broad vision was mainly influenced by his previous life.
After all, in a world where information was highly developed, one could see all manner of things.
The more one saw, and the better one was at reflecting and summarizing, the broader one's vision would gradually become, no matter how narrow it had initially been.
Zhang Mengchen still wanted to argue, but Zhang Dingming shot him a glare, and he immediately shut his mouth.
Afterward, he left the Zhang Family's spirit mountain and headed for Blood Shadow City.
Arriving at the Zhou Family Courtyard, he clasped his hands at the entrance. "Shadow Master, Supreme Emperor, Zhang Dingming of the Zhang Family requests an audience."
Zhang Dingming had always been at odds with Zhou Luan, and the two had long been in a state of never interacting until death.
Now that he had suddenly come calling, and with such proper etiquette, the two were somewhat taken aback.
One did not strike a smiling face. Since he had come to visit so courteously, they could not be too rude in return.
Wang Daoyuan opened the gates and welcomed Zhang