"Since the Sun Family is so sincere, Wei shall gratefully accept."
"Young Master Wei, there is no need to stand on ceremony. We are all in the same boat."
"Farewell."
"Take care."
Sun Sheng's little performance—kneeling and offering gifts—truly left Wei Luo unable to harbor any further resentment.
"Big Brother, was that really necessary?"
After Wei Luo left, Sun Chai's expression immediately turned as unpleasant as if he had eaten shit.
In his eyes, Wei Luo had still needed the Sun Family to survive just a few months ago, no better than a servant.
Even though Wei Luo had now reached Three Refinements, he still believed Wei Luo should obey the Sun Family's orders.
"Necessary?"
Sun Sheng glanced at his second brother, then sighed.
"When did you start thinking the Sun Family could treat a Three Refinements martial artist however it pleased? Foolish!"
Sun Chai's face turned livid from the rebuke, and he could not help saying,
"Big Brother, Shen Wu alone is enough for our Sun Family. Why should we lower our heads to Wei Luo?"
Sun Sheng could only shake his head at those words. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he could not even be bothered to say more to Sun Chai.
He had lived for more than half his life. Though he lacked talent for martial arts, he had learned how to judge people.
He had long since formed his own assessment of whether Shen Wu could truly be relied upon.
He only feared that the Sun Family would follow in the Zhao Family's footsteps, and when that time came, there would be no one like Wei Luo to save them.
"As expected of a body-tempering technique. It truly is extraordinary!"
Inside the study, Wei Luo had just finished copying down the Mountain-Sinking