Xiao Yi flipped his hand and put the longsword into the storage ring.
The murderous intent on his face faded, replaced by a touch of gentleness. He smiled and said, "Elder Wang, please wait a moment, let me handle the matters here first!"
"Please do!"
Wang Zhiyuan nodded, his gaze at Xiao Yi filled with increasing admiration.
To treat enemies with the cold ruthlessness of a harsh winter, yet extend the warmth of spring to friends.
This is how a true man ought to be!
Xiao Yi looked towards Fang Qingzhu, gently holding her soft palm, and smiled, "Qingzhu, from now on you will be the head of the Fang Family!"
Fang Qingzhu was stunned, her expression complex.
The head of the Fang Family, huh?
She had exerted all her effort to keep her position as the heir apparent, merely seeking the recognition of her parents. But now that she knew she was not really a member of the Fang Family, what inheritance could she speak of?
