He Chunhua smiled. “You’re my child of fortune. Your old man is still counting on you.”

“You’ve been climbing steadily for the past year and a half even without me around.” He Lingchuan smiled back. “You’re plenty fortunate yourself.”

He Chunhua’s smile faded slightly. “What are you afraid of? Chuan’er, don’t you want to go back?”

Go back? “Go back where?”

Does He Chunhua mean the Panlong Ruins? He Lingchuan mulled over those two words. Why is He Chunhua asking me if I don’t want to “go back”?

“Come with me. Your father needs you.” He Chunhua’s voice was gentle, but he shot Zhao Qinghe a glance.

Zhao Qinghe waved his hand. More than forty men immediately stepped forward, beginning to encircle He Lingchuan.

Qiu Hu, however, had been keeping a close eye on them all along. The instant he saw this, he led his fellow disciples into the crowd and placed themselves protectively around He Lingchuan.

The atmosphere between the two sides instantly grew tense.

Qiu Hu said coldly, “What are you planning to do to the special envoy?”

By emphasizing the words special envoy, he was reminding He Chunhua that the young man before him was not merely his eldest son; he was also the envoy sent by Rongshan!

To harm He Lingchuan would be to jeopardize the relationship between Rongshan and Yuan!

Yuan was still...