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After spending another night in Zhonghai, Ye Luo took an early flight to the Capital City the next day, ready to meet up with Ling Qingya.
Meanwhile, at the Wu Family residence in Jinling.
In the grand hall of the Wu Family, Wu Jianxiong, clad in a black outfit, bore a solemn expression, his hair graying and his face lined with wrinkles. He stood in silence, emanating an immense sense of repression.
Just then, a middle-aged man hurried in, declaring excitedly, "Family Head, the Second Young Master has returned."
In an instant, Wu Jianxiong's dull eyes lit up, a gleam of sharpness flashing through them.
"Father!"
At that moment, a figure strode into the hall. This man wore a white robe, his features resolute with a well-defined jawline. His aura, though restrained, was profoundly oppressive. Furthermore, he carried a longsword on his back and had long hair, resembling the attire of an ancient person.
"Yingtian, you've finally come back."
