Standing up, he looked at the two Zong Peng brothers, "Iām heading back now. Thereās constant trouble every day. You two should be careful; the rMolan Mansion wonāt be peaceful for long."
"Yes, Elder Zhan, now that Iām back, I will definitely be more vigilant."
Zong Peng nodded respectfully.
He also knew that if they couldnāt find the Ning Family, the Southern King and his people wouldnāt let it go easily.
"Also, focus on cultivation for the matters of ten years later; leave everything else to him to handle!"
"Yes, Elder Zhan!"
This time, Zong Pengās expression turned serious.
Sending the Crane King to the Imperial City this time was just incidental; the key was what Zhan Tian had just mentioned about the matters ten years from now.
"Hmm, you too, pay some attention to cultivation. Compared to your brother, youāre far behind."
"Born from the same mother, how is there such a big difference?"
Zongzheng was once again scolded by Zhan Tian.
He really wanted to cry now, but he couldnāt blame himself for this.
Cultivating the Profound Realm is inherently slow, and heās not a top-tier genius. Besides... the Profound Realm isnāt weak, okay?
What do you mean by not from the same mother?
The dragon has nine sons, and each is different!
But this was something he only dared to say in his heart. On the surface, he maintained a smile, nodding and bowing, "Understood, Elder Zhan, I will surely reach the Late Stage of cultivation soon. Rest assured!"
"Hmm! At least your attitude is decent!"
Zhan Tian nodded with satisfaction, then transformed into a stream of light and disappeared in front of the two.
"Phewā"
Once Zhan Tian left, Zongzheng collapsed into the chair, exhaling a long breath.
Only now did his tense nerves dare to relax.
A wave of exhaustion suddenly washed over him.
Today was truly too dangerous; he genuinely felt the presence of death.
If Elder Zhan hadnāt come in time, it would have been over.
Recalling Liu Yuanās tragic state, he couldnāt help but shiver.
"Alright, since itās all over, stop dwelling on it."
Zong Peng looked at his brother, who seemed to be genuinely frightened this time.
Masters of the Profound Realm may seem like individuals, but in the eyes of someone like King Gu Li, theyāre no different from ordinary people.
"Big brother!"
Hearing this, Zongzheng sat up straight with newfound energy, expressing his dissatisfaction, "You say it so casually, but I almost died!"
"But you didnāt, did you? Youāre alive!"
Zong Peng glanced at him and then slowly sat where Zhan Tian had just been.
"Hmph!"
Zongzheng was so annoyed he didnāt know how to respond, forcing a humph to show his protest.
This is his big brother!
His own brother!
Does he speak like a human?
Zong Peng looked at him and gave a wry smile.
No matter how old this younger brother got, he was always a child in front of him, fond of being childish.
"Alright, alright, big brother was wrong, and over the years Iāve leaned on you. Otherwise, I wouldnāt have been able to cultivate peacefully or break through. You deserve the most credit!"
Pampering his own brother was something he was used to and adept at.
"Hmph!"
Zongzheng tilted his chin slightly upwards, but still didnāt look at him, muttering, "Of course!"
"Hereās something for you, a little compensation from your big brother!"
Saying this, he tossed over a white jade box, small, only half the size of a palm.
Zongzheng dropped the act immediately, reaching out to catch it hurriedly.
"Hiss..."
He inhaled sharply.
The white jade box emanated a bone-chilling cold.
Not only that,
A layer of frost rapidly formed on his palm; within a breath, his whole hand was enveloped in frost, which spread across his body at a visible speed.
Zongzhengās body involuntarily shivered.
He immediately summoned his Spiritual Power, wrapping the white jade box in it, only then did the cold dissipate.
Having done all this, he looked up at Zong Peng, "Big brother, what is this?"