Rescuing Liu Haizhu

As Zhang Wentian's words fell, the entire room sank into a brief silence.

Upon hearing the news about Ye Yun, Zhang Ling could not help frowning as he fell into deep thought.

He had once speculated about Ye Yun's origins and guessed that the force behind him was likely an overlord-level power dominating one region.

But now that it had been confirmed, Zhang Ling still found himself hesitating.

From his own standpoint, he very much wanted to kill Ye Yun—to nip him in the bud before that news could spread.

But from the Lineage's standpoint, once he killed Ye Yun, the Zhang Lineage would become enemies with the Purple Extreme Sect.

Though the Zhang Lineage was one of the four great families of the Great Luo Dynasty, there was still no small gap between them and the Purple Extreme Sect.

After a moment, Zhang Ling, who had been agonizing over the matter, suddenly relaxed his tightly furrowed brows. He raised his head to look at Zhang Wentian and said with unwavering confidence, "Father, I've decided. Even if Ye Yun is a genius disciple of the Purple Extreme Sect, I must kill him! Although doing so will bring no small trouble upon the Lineage, I am confident that I can resolve this trouble with my strength!"

Zhang Ling's confident words echoed throughout the room.

Those words also made Zhang Wentian, who had remained calm all along, reveal a faint, satisfied smile.

"Ling'er, can you tell your father where this confidence of yours comes from?" Zhang Wentian asked with a half-smile.

In truth, the moment Zhang Ling spoke those words, Zhang Wentian already had an answer in his heart. He merely wanted to hear Zhang Ling say it himself.

Facing Zhang Wentian's question, Zhang Ling calmly replied, "My confidence naturally comes from