The cultivators of the Ning Family filed in with expressionless faces, continuously pouring into Ning Zhuo's small yard.
They spread out to the sides, faintly surrounding Ning Zhuo in the center.
A few others were scattered around the residence, vigilantly surveying the surroundings.
Ning Ze and Ning Fan stood in front of Ning Zhuo.
Ning Ze concisely explained their purpose.
Ning Zhuo raised an eyebrow: "I do have a large amount of spirit stones, but this is my business, right? It has nothing to do with the family, does it?"
"Do you really need to ask me about this personally, Uncle?"
The youthful, innocent face was full of incomprehension and disbelief.
Ning Fan remained silent.
Ning Ze shook his head slightly, his expression stern: "Little Zhuo, you're still young, so it's not surprising that you don't understand these principles. You just need to tell us honestly, where did this large sum of money come from?"
