Cao Jinxing stepped into the carriage and saw Ji Runcheng sitting upright inside.
Ji Runcheng was actually much younger than Song Chengxi, only in his early seventies, yet he looked several times older.
His hair was white and his face covered in wrinkles. Only his eyes blazed with sharp light, like those of a wolf or tiger!
He sat inside the carriage, radiating an astonishing aura, his presence as imposing as a mountain, as deep and still as an abyss.
"Shaoqin."
Cao Jinxing had only just glanced at him when Ji Runcheng suddenly turned those wolfish eyes on him, without warning, catching him off guard.
Cao Jinxing's heart lurched. Startled but composed, he sat down nearby and cupped his fists. "Grandfather."
"You've improved."
Ji Runcheng looked him up and down, the corners of his lips lifting into a smile. "You used to be far too stiff when riding with me! Only today do you look like a man of our Sima Family. This trip wasn't wasted."
"Father!"
Ji Wenfeng jumped in fright and hurriedly pulled open the carriage window to scan their surroundings. Only after confirming no one was around did he sit back down.
"Look at you, so spineless!"
Ji Runcheng glared at him. "So what if the whole world finds out? If not for our ancestral instructions, I would have restored our original surname years ago! I've killed nearly all those enemies. They're nothing to worry about! Your letter was too brief. Tell me the details."
He closed his eyes. Without needing to be driven, the four Cloud-Turning Steeds headed toward the Flowing Goblet Pavilion.
"Yes, Father."
Ji Wenfeng began explaining how Heavenly Secret Twenty-Five had gathered seven Faxiang experts to scheme against Qilin Cave, exactly which experts were involved, what preparations they had made, and so forth,