Seeing that her father had long since made arrangements for Chen Shan, Su Ying was delighted.
It seemed—
This Chen Shan could only become a puppet of the Su Clan in the future. He would never amount to much, nowhere near worthy of being mentioned in the same breath as Han Tian.
"Father, once Chen Shan learns the latter half of the technique, do you think he'll run away?"
Su Ying suddenly asked.
"Run?"
Su Qingshan narrowed his eyes slightly and let out a cold laugh. "Can he? From this day onward, the Su Clan's mountain-guarding grand formation will be activated. With an outer sect disciple's token, he won't be able to leave the formation!"
"Then I'm relieved."
Su Ying nodded with a smile.
The Su Clan's treatment of Chen Shan was now like catching a turtle in a jar. Once he broke through to the Perfection Realm, he would inevitably be controlled by her father, never again master of his own fate.
Footsteps sounded from afar.
Su Qingshan's expression turned solemn. He glanced at Su Ying, whose face likewise returned to normal.
Following behind Su Yin, Chen Changming passed through a long corridor and arrived before the Transmission Hall.
He looked up at the ancient hall. Its body was blue-gray, its upturned eaves and bracket sets lending it an imposing, solemn air.
The hall doors stood open. Inside, wisps of blue smoke curled upward, and two figures could be seen standing within.
They were Su Qingshan and Su Ying.
Chen Changming took a deep breath and followed Su Yin inside.
"Clan Head, Chen Shan has arrived." Su Yin cupped his fists in salute, then stepped aside.
Su Qingshan turned around, his gaze falling on Chen Changming. A satisfied smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "Chen Shan, have