Some things were hard for father and son to say with Qin Wanyue present.
So after seeing Qin Wanyue off, Zeng Anmin followed his father into the study.
Governor's Mansion, his father's study.
"Click~"
Zeng Shilin took the small object Zeng Anmin handed over, expressionless, and set it on the desk with a sharp "smack."
"Father..."
Zeng Anmin looked up and called out weakly.
What his father had placed on the desk was precisely the "Firearm" Zeng Anmin had given him at home that day.
"A thing from the Profound Formation Division. Within a hundred paces, warriors below the Sixth Grade Void Insight Mirror cannot block a single shot from it."
His father's voice from that day crossed time itself, faintly echoing by Zeng Anmin's ear.
"Hmph!"
Zeng Shilin snorted coldly and raised his eyes to look at his beloved eldest son, his voice neither warm nor cold.
"You had this thing that day. Why didn't you use it?"
Zeng Anmin immediately shook his head and answered with utmost seriousness.
"Your son did consider using it that day. But that traitor had countless hounds and lackeys under him. Even if I killed Xu Tong, once his soldiers rushed forward, how many rounds could this Firearm have?"
"Though the formation can replenish them, that takes time. If they had swarmed me..."
"Your son would still have been unable to avoid exposing his identity."
After saying that, Zeng Anmin pursed his lips and looked toward his father.
"But you should not have exposed yourself here either!"
His father's hand slammed heavily onto the desk with a loud smack!
He narrowed his eyes and stared directly at Zeng Anmin, his voice incomparably grave.
"You must remember this in the future."
"Your trump card must never be revealed to anyone unless you are at