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"Master! Miss is back! And with her comes... Mr. Chu!"

Qian Yunlong paused for a moment while holding the teacup.

The blue-and-white porcelain cup paused for a moment between his fingers before he steadily placed it back on the coffee table.

He stood up, straightened his clothes, and rolled up his sleeves.

"Let's go."

Qian Yunlong turned and walked towards the main hall entrance. "Come with me to pick up Mr. Chu."

Qian Zhongyi stood still.

His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but Qian Yunlong had already walked past him without even glancing at him.

Qian Zhongyi's face flushed slightly as he turned to look at Qian Shuren.

Qian Shuren's triangular eyes finally opened completely, filled with confusion.

Several representatives from the side branches in the corner exchanged glances.

Someone tried to stand up, but as soon as their knees left the chair, they sat back down.

Some people simply turned their attention to Qian Zhongyi, as if waiting for him to make a decision.

Qian Zhongyi finally spoke, "Elder brother."

His voice wasn't loud, but the main hall was quiet, and everyone heard him clearly: "A loss is a loss. Playing these kinds of tricks is pointless, isn't it?"

Qian Yunlong stopped but didn't turn around. He simply turned his head slightly and said, "Qian Zhongyi, what do you mean by that? Do you think I orchestrated this whole thing to deceive you?"

"That's not what I meant, brother, don't accuse me of that."

Qian Zhongyi said with a calm expression, "What kind of existence is the Celestial Ancestor of the Jin Family? Even if Chu Nan, a young man in his early twenties, wins against the Grand Elder, he cannot possibly survive against a Celestial. That's common sense."

"common sense?"

Qian Yunlong turned around and looked at Qian Zhongyi.

He didn't immediately refute, but instead chuckled, "Common sense dictates that someone infected with poisonous insects and unconscious for half a year should have died long ago, but I didn't die, did I?"

Qian Zhongyi's expression changed, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Qian Shuren, who was standing behind him, suddenly opened his triangular eyes, which had been half-closed, and they were filled with horror.

Qian Jixin's expression changed from watching the spectacle to surprise and doubt.

Qianfu, who was in the corner, shrank back as if he had been burned.

Qian Yunlong didn't continue speaking; he knew the weight of his words.

He only mentioned half of the matter of poisonous insects, leaving the rest for them to figure out themselves.

The thoughts swirling in their minds at that moment pleased him more than if he had simply laid them out to them.

Qian Yunlong didn't waste any more words. "You don't have to come along if you no longer consider yourselves members of the Qian family."

After saying that, he walked out directly.

Qian Zhongyi gritted his teeth and followed.

The group walked through the corridor and headed towards the front courtyard of the villa.

Qian Yunlong walked at the front, his steps so steady that he didn't seem like a patient who had just woken up from a coma.

Under the front porch, Chu Nan stood behind Qian Xinya, with Xia Wantang and Jiang Yingxue on either side of him.

Qian Yunlong walked to the door and stopped, his gaze first falling on Chu Nan's face.

He was clean and tidy, showing no signs of injury or even fatigue.

The breath that had been hanging in Qian Yunlong's heart finally eased at this moment.

He bowed deeply with his hands clasped in greeting, saying, "Mr. Chu, you must be tired from your journey."

Chu Nan waved his hand, "Patriarch Qian, you're too kind."

Qian Yunlong straightened up and stepped aside to make way for the main hall. "Mr. Chu, please come in. You must be tired. Have some tea and rest your feet."

Chu Nan followed Qian Yunlong toward the main hall.

As he passed by Qian Zhongyi, Qian Zhongyi stared straight at his face.

Chu Nan felt that gaze and turned his head to look at him.

He had no impression of the Qian family and never took them seriously.

Qian Zhongyi's expression was ambiguous, whether it was fear or disbelief. When he saw Chu Nan looking over, he turned his head away.

Qian Shuren's triangular eyes swept over Chu Nan twice before finally looking away.

Qian Jixin was quite generous; he stared at him for a while before finally grinning.

The seats in the main hall have been taken back.

Soon the servant brought the tea. Qian Yunlong picked up the cup and took a sip. "Mr. Chu, I already know about 70-80% of what happened on Wangjing Plain."

"The Jin family's Celestial Ancestor took you away. Your safe return is the best news I've heard today."

"Patriarch Qian, you are very kind."

Qian Yunlong paused, then changed the subject, "However, just now, there were some different opinions within my Qian family regarding Mr. Chu's battle. Since Mr. Chu is here, I would like to clarify some things in person."

"Qian Zhongyi, do you still stand by what you just said?"

Chu Nan is sitting right here, completely unharmed.

The Celestial Ancestor of the Jin Family took him away, but then released him.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Qian Zhongyi's forehead.

After a long silence, he finally managed to squeeze out two words in a hoarse voice, "It counts."

Qian Yunlong stopped looking at him and turned to Qian Shuren.

Before he could speak, Qian Shuren said, "Brother, I was too talkative just now. Mr. Chu is a benefactor of the Qian family, and I have no objection."

Qian Yunlong then looked at Qian Jixin.

Qian Jixin grinned and shrugged: "Brother, I just came to watch the show, and now that the show's over, I have no objections."

Qian Yunlong finally fixed his gaze on Qian Fu in the corner.

Qianfu looked as if his bones had been removed, huddled in the chair, not daring to even lift his head.

Chu Nan put down his teacup, stood up, and said, "Patriarch Qian, I've had my tea and met you. As an outsider, I won't interfere in your Qian family's affairs."

Qian Yunlong stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Mr. Chu is right. Xinya, take Mr. Chu and the two young ladies to the guest rooms in the backyard and treat them well. Do not neglect them."

Qian Xinya stood up in response and led Chu Nan and the two women toward the outside of the main hall.

Chu Nan is gone, but what he left behind remains.

The aura of a grandmaster emanating from him, even after sitting in the main hall for just a short while, had already enveloped everyone like an invisible net.

Qian Zhongyi didn't dare to breathe heavily until Chu Nan's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor.

This group of people all knew very well that the Grandmaster's control over Qi had reached its limit. Without deliberately releasing it, he could be no different from an ordinary person.

This was done to warn them.

There's another problem... Chu Nan is gone, but Wen Bo is still here.

Wenbo was still standing behind the chair where Qian Xinya had just sat.

He didn't move or speak, but everyone in the main hall felt his presence.

It was the aura of a grandmaster, not as intense as the oppressive feeling of Chu Nan's grandmaster, but more direct.

Qian Yunlong sat down again, picked up his teacup, took a slow sip, and then looked at Qian Fu: "Qian Fu, what did you say you wanted to tell me just now?"

Qianfu trembled, slid off the chair, and knelt on the ground: "Grandpa! I... I'll tell you! Fourth Uncle... he's in the old house in the Weaving Bureau Alley in the east of the city!"