Hidden Cultivation

"Could there be some unclear matter behind this?"

Yang Chen frowned. The system would never lie; if it said Su An possessed immortal potential, then he definitely possessed immortal potential. Yet the Su Clan Head claimed that his own son was a cripple.

There had to be something here that Yang Chen did not know.

For a moment, Yang Chen suddenly became greatly interested in Su An.

What kind of event could turn someone with immortal potential into the cripple he was today?

Suddenly, an elderly figure hurried in from outside.

"Clan Head, this is bad, the young master, he—"

The Su Clan Head immediately grew anxious and rose to his feet.

"What happened to him?"

"The young master is drunk unconscious again!"

The old man spoke in a rush.

"That unfilial son! I'll go there myself!"

The Su Clan Head slammed his palm against the table, reducing it to powder.

Yang Chen's brow twitched slightly as he said, "Then let us go together!"

A side courtyard of the Su Clan.

The Su Clan Head pushed open the door and entered. Yang Chen swept his gaze around, then froze for a moment. A bearded man was sprawled drunkenly across the threshold, still clutching an utterly empty wine bottle in his hand.

Yang Chen was quite curious as well. This genius seemed to have quite a story behind him!

"You unfilial son!"

At the sight of his son in such a state, the Su Clan Head could not help but roar in anger. Just as he was about to step forward, Yang Chen stopped him and said with a smile, "Clan Head Su, since Young Master Su is drunk unconscious, this one can wait for a while."

"How can we be so discourteous?"

The Su Clan Head hesitated.

Yang Chen smiled.