The middle-aged man in yellow remained silent for a long while, and the entire courtyard sank into an eerie stillness. In the night, one sat while two stood, each staring at the others.
After a long time, a dry voice shattered the courtyard's silence. "Wuding, you've grown up. You look very much like your mother." The middle-aged man in yellow had finally spoken his first words.
"Perhaps. Why have you come here? Are you planning to stop me from competing? I remember that when I was little, no matter what competition the Lineage held, even if I had secured a spot in private, you would strip it away from me outright." Huchen Wuding spoke coldly.
The middle-aged man in yellow sighed and gave a bitter smile. "Wuding, I know you hate your father. When you were young, I gave you almost no cultivation resources and did not allow you to participate in the Lineage's competitions. But wasn't the information you received this time sent out by me? I once told your mother to have the two of you wait for news at the second outpost beyond the Lineage grounds from time to time. Since that was so, how could I still stop you from returning to the Lineage to fight for the position of heir? On the contrary, I hope you can obtain that position—and you must obtain it." This man was none other than the Huchen Lineage's patriarch, Huchen Wandong.
As Huchen Wuding listened to Huchen Wandong, his face remained as cold as ever. He merely stared at the other man, as though trying to recall this person he had once both hated and feared.
This time, Huchen Wandong shifted his gaze to Zhuo Lingfeng. Suddenly, he gave Zhuo Lingfeng a deep bow. "You must be Brother Zhuo Lingfeng.