My Father Is a Confucian Saint, But the System Insists I Become a Crude Martial Artist
Chapter 93

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"Father, there's something I want to tell you."

After father and son talked for a while, Zeng Anmin's expression turned solemn.

"Mhm." Seeing his fine eldest son's expression, his father slowly nodded and headed toward the study. "Come with me."

They entered the study.

His father slowly took a seat and looked at Zeng Anmin expressionlessly.

"What happened?"

He had more or less grown used to his fine eldest son's habits.

Whenever the boy came to discuss something with him, it was bound to be extremely important.

Every private conversation with Zeng Anmin brought him some significant news.

Zeng Anmin decided to keep it short. His face was serious.

"Yesterday, I went to the Profound Formation Division."

Hearing that, his father looked dazed, his brows drawing together slightly.

"You used that girl's jade pendant to get in?"

Clearly, Zeng Shilin still remembered the girl from the Profound Formation Division back in Two Rivers Prefecture.

"Nothing gets past you!"

Zeng Anmin gave his father a thumbs-up.

It was clear that his father knew the Profound Formation Division fairly well.

No wonder Master Xu had asked him to pass along his regards to Father when they met yesterday.

It seemed his father and Master Xu had a pretty good relationship.

"Go on."

His father was meticulous by nature and naturally knew his fine eldest son had not come specifically to tell him only that.

"I originally sought out Miss Sai just to get a suitable bow to supplement my archery."

Zeng Anmin's expression grew grave.

"But I never expected Miss Sai to tell me something secret."

At this point, he met his father's gaze, his voice turning deep and shadowed.

"Father, do you still remember how I accidentally entered an illusion formation in the Eastern Palace that day?"

"Wang Qianzhi?" His father's

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