Perhaps it wasn't Wang Kun at all after all. They could all see Wang Kun was just a cripple. With Fellow Daoist Su Chen's judgment, he naturally wouldn't make too big a mistake. A mere Wang Kun could never catch the eye of Fellow Daoist Su Chen.
"I will do it now." Wang Wenxuan cupped his hands and left.
On the other side, the pale-faced Wang Kun finally returned to his residence. It was a small courtyard at the foot of a mountain. The courtyard looked a little shabby but was very tidy inside. There was a stone table and an old tree that looked extremely elegant. However, no matter how elegant, the shabbiness could not be concealed.
Wang Kun was the son of the Wang family's patriarch after all. Even as an illegitimate son, he should not have fallen to this state. The entire courtyard didn't even have a single Spirit Gathering Formation, which would be almost unimaginable if this got out.
