The moment Wang Meitao said this,
Wang Shihai immediately rolled his eyes. Over the years, his guts had long since turned green with regret. Back then, Fourth Granduncle's Purple Gold Note had been meant to support him...
Yet it had ended up benefiting that detestable girl Wang Meitao for nothing.
Still, Wang Shihai more or less knew himself. Given his personality, if that Purple Gold Note had gone to him, he would have squandered it long ago on food and drink. Only that detestable vampire Wang Meitao could have squeezed every last drop of value from that money.
As they spoke,
the Wang Clan's reception staff, who had long been waiting beside the Flying Carriage station, came forward to greet them.
At their head was a tall young man with an elegant, extraordinary bearing. He looked six or seven parts like Wang Shouzhe, the Wang Clan Leader.
He hurried forward, cupped his hands with a warm smile, and said, "Welcome, clan kin from Monan. Zong'an failed to greet you from afar; forgive me, forgive me."
This man was none other than the current Young Clan Leader, Wang Zong'an.
Wang Zong'an was now sixty-five years old. Yet thanks to his successful cultivation and the powerful Yi Wood Bloodline, his physical condition remained youthful and vigorous.
"Greetings, Fifth Uncle Zong'an. How could we trouble you to come receive us?" Wang Shihai hurriedly returned the salute with great solemnity. Back when he had spent many years in Ping'an Town, he had been very familiar with the Wang Clan's generation of peers.
"Why stand on such ceremony between us?" Wang Zong'an said with a smile, helping him up. When Xin'an Town had first been reclaimed, he and Wang Shihai had even formed a team to clear Fierce Beasts together. They were hardly strangers.
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