"Grandfather, rest assured, Qin Jia is stupid and not a threat. Qin Fang might be a bit clever, but he can't think that far ahead," Qin Han said with his head lowered, his expression solemn and sincere.
Qin Dingshan sighed after looking at his composed eldest grandson, "Ah! If only those two could give me half the peace of mind you do! Our Qin Family is one of the five great families, yet we are the least among them, treading on thin ice. Not to mention the Gu and Guh Families—their ancient martial arts are beyond our reach. The Bai Family is in good terms with the Gu Family, and we can't touch them. I thought the An Family was the easiest to deal with, but who could have expected they had such a secret..." Qin Dingshan's temples throbbed as he recalled everything he had learned from that man a month ago.
"Grandfather," Qin Han pondered, then said with confusion, "If the secret of the An Family is true, why haven't we seen An Zisheng and the others do anything about it...?"
