Gao Wu: Starting with playing the Flying Bat Ke Zhen'e

Wang Shuwen pondered for a long time, eliminating all possibilities one by one, before shaking his head and saying:

"impossible."

At that moment, Wang Shuwen suddenly realized what was going on.

[Ke Zhen'e] This person is very special. He is old, has considerable strength, and has his own unique way of dealing with people. Therefore, if he were a native of this area, he would definitely have some fame.

Because he's too old!

The golden age for cultivators is from twelve to forty-five. After forty-five, their qi and blood decline, and their body and mind become deficient. Unless they have special cultivation methods, cultivators can only go downhill after that.

Forty-five is a threshold, the peak moment for cultivators, the time when they are most likely to gain fame.

Ke Zhen'e is already in his seventies or eighties. He has passed his peak years. He has lived for so long, but what about his reputation?

His unique way of doing things could not have been cultivated overnight, so where did his reputation go?

Wang Shuwen propped his head up with his hand, lost in thought.

After a long while, he finally raised his head and looked at Wang Yuande: "Father, do you mean he's not from this area?"

"That's right." Wang Yuande finally showed a somewhat relieved smile: "Not only is he not from this region, but behind him there may be powerful figures from other regions, perhaps even extremely powerful ones, at least at the Unity stage, or even at the Spirit Seed stage."

At this moment, Wang Shuwen finally understood why his father had invited this Ke Zhen'e, especially at Chunshan Tower. To be honest, Ke Zhen'e's strength was simply not up to par, given his advanced age and body tempering abilities.

This is a case of the old drunkard's heart not being in the wine.

Ke Zhen'e may have an eccentric personality, but given his behavior, it's highly likely he has close friends. Given his advanced age, it's not surprising that some of them are powerful figures. And these are precisely the powerful figures that Wang Yuande is targeting.

Of course, this may not be true, but even if he guessed wrong, so what?

A single meal at Chunshan Restaurant wouldn't bankrupt the Wang family, nor would a single transaction cripple them. But if, as Wang Yuande predicted, Ke Zhen'e truly had a few powerful allies, then they would have struck it rich.

Looking at his third son, who was deep in thought, Wang Yuande nodded to himself. After the previous reprimand, his good-for-nothing third son seemed to have finally changed a little.

He didn't ask for much. His second son would inherit the family business, and he would be content as long as his third son was intelligent, sensible, and lived a peaceful life.

I've heard that the Tiancheng Sect has a miraculous medicine that can repair severed meridians. If we could get a dose and reattach the third brother's severed arm, that would be even better.

After all, mechanical parts can never be as good as original ones.

boom! boom! boom!

A rhythmic knocking sound came from outside the door. Wang Yuande got up and opened the door himself.

But what he saw made him raise his eyebrows, because besides the old blind swordsman Ke Zhen'e whom he had invited, there was also a thin, unfamiliar boy beside him.

"And who is this?" Wang Yuande first gestured for Wang Shuwen to greet Tang Luo, and then asked softly after arranging for the two to be seated.

"My disciple, surnamed Zhang, has some talent, but he has never seen much of the world. I brought him here today to broaden his horizons, and I hope you won't mind, Brother Wang." Tang Luo cupped his hands in apology and led Zhang He to his seat.

The rule for attending a banquet is to allow guests to come as they are, not bring any. But Tang Luo doesn't care about that. You have a hook, why don't you use it? You have a frame, why don't you look at it?

Moreover, he was only impersonating "Ke Zhen'e"; he wasn't the real "Ke Zhen'e".

Having never engaged in any power struggles with anyone in his two lifetimes, he was unwilling to have any scheming or confrontation with Wang Yuande over drinks.

It's better to have mind-reading abilities.

Seeing this, Wang Yuande still smiled, as if nothing had happened.

He waved his hand slightly, and the steward behind him immediately understood.

Immediately, one after another, dishes that looked delicious and appealing were brought to the long table by graceful waitresses, who also provided explanations and introductions to highlight the dishes' long history and sophisticated style.

The sun was blazing outside the window at midday, but the air conditioning inside was just right, cool and pleasant.

Tang Luo barely touched his food, listening to Wang Yuande ramble on about his travels and interesting stories, occasionally trying to find out about Tang Luo's background. However, Tang Luo didn't say much and didn't reveal anything.

Meanwhile, Zhang He completely disregarded his manners, eating like a starving dog. He would eat every dish that came his way, his chopsticks barely leaving a trail of afterimages. Towards the end, even Wang Yuande showed a hint of surprise.

"Nephew, you have quite the appetite!" Wang Yuande exclaimed.

Tang Luo smiled but didn't answer.

Wang Yuande began to scrutinize Zhang He out of the corner of his eye. It wasn't out of pity; he was well-versed in investment and had hosted hundreds or even thousands of banquets, so this little bit of food was nothing to him.

Zhang He can eat so much!

The dishes here may look small in portion, but they are actually made from special monster meat, which is very nutritious. An ordinary person would be full after just one or two pieces, so the fact that Zhang He can eat like this proves that his physique must be extraordinary.

Such people, as long as they persevere, will have a smooth path of spiritual practice in the future.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves immensely. Wang Yuande's face was slightly flushed. Then, feigning drunkenness, he pointed at Wang Shuwen and said, "Shuwen, go apologize to your Uncle Ke!"

Wang Shuwen didn't hesitate; he immediately knelt down in front of them.

"What's this?" Tang Luo was somewhat surprised, wondering what Wang Yuande was up to.

"When I was away from Dongling a while ago, Shuwen caused a lot of trouble. If a son is not taught properly, it is naturally the father's fault. I would also like to apologize to my elder brother."

Tang Luo suddenly realized that they were referring to the conflict that day.

"Actually, you've already apologized." Tang Luo thought to himself, recalling the contents of the Mountain-Climbing Technique in his mind. He shook his head slightly, stood up, and helped Wang Shuwen up. "Nephew, there's no need for that. To err is human, to forgive divine."

Wang Yuande then added, "I have already given a generous apology to all the pedestrians who were offended in the conflict that day. It is just a pity that the children and their families who were protected by my brother that day all had accidents and could not be found."

In addition, I have also prepared a small gift for my elder brother, and I hope you will understand.

After speaking, Wang Shuwen took out a small, palm-sized rosewood box and presented it to Tang Luo. Tang Luo accepted the box without ceremony and said with a smile, "Why bother? Why bother?"

Fun fact: Accepting something doesn't necessarily mean agreeing with it.

Tang Luo inwardly grumbled, but returned to his seat, though he still held Wang Yuande in high regard.

To be honest, in this world, he doesn't expect everyone to be as well-mannered as they were in his previous life. Even in his previous life, there were plenty of people with low moral character.

If Wang Shuwen can truly repent and reform, Tang Luo might actually show him leniency, commuting his death sentence to a suspended death sentence and sending him to labor reform.

After all, his father had given him a lot of money.

But that's impossible.

To put it bluntly, if a good-for-nothing like Wang Shuwen, who can't even support himself, could reform himself, Tang Luo would immediately devour the entire table in front of him.

This kind of person, a leopard can't change its spots.