Chapter 652: 649. Father and son finally meet Upon hearing this, a somewhat melancholic expression slowly emerged beneath Wen Yan’s mask.
Yes.
How did Wen Ping end up here?
The two places are separated by hundreds of thousands of miles.
He’s probably still struggling to rise from the drastic change, isn’t he?
Suddenly losing his parents.
And losing his home.
I wonder if he’s still mingling with that group of mischievous friends?
Those people may not be bad at heart, but they hinder his progress. I’ve reprimanded him numerous times, but he never listened. Thinking back now, I should have been tougher and kept him on Yunlan Mountain.
If I had been more ruthless back then, Wen Ping might be able to make a name for himself in Cangwu City now.
"Thinking about it, what happened between your sister and me was most unfair to him. He’s still just a child."
Wen Ping let out a sigh, then opened the door, allowing the red-robed woman to walk out first.
As she walked out, the red-robed woman shook her head helplessly and then stopped to remind him again, "Don’t worry. If my sister sent me to rescue you, she surely arranged for someone to protect him. What you need to do now is to act convincingly. I’m not joking here. My sister has a purpose for sending me to save you and take you to Heaven-Gazing Gorge. Don’t mess it up along the way. Otherwise, you’ll end up dead and dragging me and my sister down too."
"I won’t act foolishly again."
Wen Yan nodded.
As he nodded, Wen Ping remained in his thoughts.
Xue’Er has sent someone to protect Wen Ping.
That’s good.
But upon leaving, who knows when we’ll meet again?
Perhaps ten years...
Perhaps a lifetime of separation.
Because as long as he’s not strong enough, meeting Wen Ping again only means more danger for Wen Ping.
The Long Family values their bloodline greatly. If they discover it flows in a child from Heaven and Earth Lake, Wen Ping might not survive. He witnessed firsthand how deferential the Hundred Sects Alliance was in front of Long Xue’s brother.
Such a powerful person, if he learns of Wen Ping’s existence, the entire Hundred Sects Alliance might help search for Wen Ping.
Finding Wen Ping at East Lake could be a breeze.
After obtaining Wen Yan’s promise, the expression of the red-robed woman turned indifferent, "Let’s go, I was finally thinking of going for a walk, but now, thanks to you, I’ve lost all interest. Going back... going back..."
At that moment, a voice suddenly came from below the auction house.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I’m honored to represent Vast Treasures Auction House and announce some good news."
The voice of the blue-robed elder was as resonant as a bell.
These words instantly stirred up the entire auction hall.
"What’s the good news, Elder Li?"
"Could it be there’s another Three-Vortex Vortex Map?"
...
Amidst these voices, Li Bao chuckled, a self-deprecating smile.
"What’s the Three-Vortex Vortex Map... Everyone, our auction house has just acquired a Fierce Stone, and its size is immense. With my experience, I believe it’s something you’ve never encountered in your memories."
"Really?"
"Just how big is this Fierce Stone?"
"Elder Li, please stop teasing us."
Many in the auction house couldn’t hold back, their curiosity itching inside.
At this time, the red-robed woman who was originally about to leave also halted.
"A Fierce Stone... interesting. Just arrived and already caught a good show. I want to see just how big it is."
The red-robed woman turned back.
Just as she was about to enter the room, she hastily told Wen Yan, "Go call someone back. If there’s a need for the Fierce Stone during the auction, it’ll come in handy."
Wen Yan is her brother-in-law, using him in public is fine.
Using him as a slave in private, she wouldn’t dare.
"Yes."
Wen Yan turned and prepared to head downstairs.
At this time, Wen Ping also got up and left the box, stepping towards his father.
Lightly, softly, Wen Ping followed Wen Yan downstairs.
In this moment, Wen Ping wanted to rush forward and shout ’father’ from behind. But he heard everything father and mother’s sister said in the box; father-son recognition absolutely can’t happen in public.