Jun Zhenxian was waiting in his house calmly. There didn't seem to be any worries in his face as he continued with his daily activity. That day, there was a familiar guest in his home, Nanglong Souka.
"Zhenxian, you old man, how can you stay calm when your grandson is in the battlefield?"
Hearing that question, Jun Zhenxian laughed. "I trust my boy."
Nanglong Souka rolled his eyes. "How can you be so sure with him?"
"What about yourself, don't you have confidence in Soujin?"
"Of course I do."
"Then, it's the same."
Nanglong Souka truly wanted to beat up this overconfident old man. How could he be more confident than him? Souka chose to stop thinking about it and merely drank his tea.
After finishing a book, Jun Zhenxian put it away then sat down in front of Nanglong Souka. He grinned.
"Since you're so worried, do you want to take a bet with me? Who among our grandsons will return earlier?"
