Watching the vanishing figure, Le Qingshu's lips bit even tighter, and his hands clenched even more firmly.
"Why haven't you left?" Le Qingshu turned his head to look at Zheng Ming and Zheng Jingren, who were still standing to one side, his voice carrying a coldness that seemed to keep others at a great distance.
Seeing Le Qingshu's trembling body, on the verge of crying out, Zheng Ming felt a surge of pity rise in his heart.
Damn it, this is really trying to lead me down a warped path. It's unscientific, very unscientific!
While muttering to himself in his mind, Zheng Ming prepared to keep his distance from this guy, not wanting to be led astray by him.
"If that's the case, we will meet again some day amid the vast mountains and rivers!"
Just as Zheng Ming was about to leave, Zheng Jingren grabbed hold of Zheng Ming and said, "Young Master Ming, that old guy hammered it into me. He said that the inheritance I obtained can only possibly be obtained if I follow Le Qingshu."
