As night fell, Wang Anfeng sat alone in the courtyard, sipping tea by himself, and it wasn't until the faint glow of dawn appeared on the horizon that he suddenly realized he hadn't slept all night, nor had he practiced his martial arts, which was extremely unusual for someone as diligent as he was.
He touched the center of his eyebrows and let out a bitter laugh.
It was one thing to say he would pick up where his father left off, but it wasn't so easy, the entire Tian Ce Mansion had scattered across Jianghu, and his uncle Li had been telling him stories for five or six years, covering almost the whole Great Qin Jianghu.
Even if, as he hoped, every place was personified by an individual, it would take a very long time, not to mention, he himself didn't want to become the Young Marshal of the Tian Ce Mansion.
Yet, the search must go on.
