The inner hall of the Yuhua Treasure Shop.
Zhou Heng took his seat, opposite him sat Weng Kang with a haggard look on his face.
This former figure, who relied on the great tree of the Pure Yang Palace and made his name in Pingzhou's gemstone trade, now had no sparkle in his eyes, only dimness.
The sudden murder of his son had a huge impact on him.
Zhou Heng still cared about this because nearly half of the expenses of the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall in Huangtong Mansion City actually came from the jewelry industry operated by Weng Kang.
If the profits from this industry were to decline, the future development of the Pure Yang Martial Arts Hall would undoubtedly face difficulties.
There was no doubt about it.
Of course, slaying an evil martial artist was also what Zhou Heng should do.
"Uncle Master, Uncle Master, you have finally arrived!" Weng Kang was particularly excited, his face filled with sorrow as he said, "My son died so miserably, so miserably! Cough, cough, cough!"
