Hearing the old man's words, Fantian was slightly taken aback.
"King Long Wu?"
This was something he had not expected.
King Long Wu himself had only just left.
But what did it mean for him to send a subordinate to find him?
Frowning, he asked, "What does King Long Wu want with me?"
"My lord has something he wishes to discuss with you," the old man said with a smile.
"You needn't think too much about it. It is a good thing; we mean you no harm."
"Make yourself clear, or I won't go," Fantian replied blandly.
King Long Wu might be powerful, but Fantian was not afraid of him.
After all, he was not from the Yan Chi Dynasty.
No matter what King Long Wu did, he could not affect him.
Besides, he and King Long Wu had never known each other before and had no friendship to speak of.
So he could still refuse to give King Long Wu any face.
The old man thought for a moment.
He stepped forward and lowered his voice.
"It is about that person," he said.
"Don't you have a grudge against him too?"
"The enemy of my enemy is my friend—isn't that so?"
Fantian froze.
He had not expected this matter to be related to Xu Zimo.
"You have a grudge against him too?" Fantian continued asking.
"King Long Wu's son was killed by him," the old man answered truthfully.
Originally, he had been unwilling to mention such matters.
But Fantian was cautious enough.
If he did not explain, Fantian probably would not agree to go with him.
Thus, the old man could only reveal it despite himself.
In any case, in his view, this matter had already caused a great uproar.
As long as Fantian cared to inquire, he would