Even in the most elite circles, there are always a few fools.
Qin Xuan used to be skeptical of this saying.
But today, facts spoke louder than words.
The martial arts families in the capital might not be much stronger than the two major families in Jiangbei, but their talent for courting disaster was as remarkable as that of Jin Shikai, Li Shengtian, and Luo Chuan Liu Junjiang in Jiangbei.
Did they really think that having a Hua Jin ancestor meant they could be arrogant everywhere?
Perhaps it wasn't just the three people he encountered today; it was possible the entire Xiao family fell into that two percent.
Qin Xuan shook his head in his mind. Back then, when the Qin family was at its peak, everyone treated him with smiles.
With the Qin family, the foremost of the Five Great Families, supporting him, no one would dare to trouble Qin Xuan, regardless of his martial prowess.
Anyone who dared to offend the Qin family was simply tired of living.
But now, times had changed. He had fallen from the peak into the abyss, and had slowly climbed back up from the depths.
Qin Xuan had experienced the world. Though it had only been about three years, he had seen all sorts of life.
If the Qin family's eldest grandson of yesteryear was aloof and detached from worldly affairs, then the Qin Xuan who had entered the capital from Jiangbei now understood the warmth and coldness of the human world.
Without the mark of the Qin family, he was just Qin Xuan.
He had endured hardships for years, knowing the taste of both cold and warmth.
His return this time was not to pull the esteemed families of the capital down from their pedestals, but to return to the capital where he grew up, to seek justice for the hundreds of wronged souls of his Qin family from those days.
Qin Xuan sighed and said, "Let's go. Time to eat."
Ling'er's big eyes blinked. She didn't understand. Hadn't they won? Why the sigh?
Perhaps it was like her uncle at home?
Did he feel he had won too slowly?
But why did Qin Xuan's retreating figure in the opulent hotel lobby carry a hint of bleak sorrow?
Seeing Qin Xuan walk away in a few steps, Ling'er stopped thinking and quickly followed.
Xiao Yize was on his way to the hospital, while Xiao Yiying had already returned to the Xiao family.
The capital, the Xiao family.
A martial arts lineage, a century-old noble family.
The Xiao family's reputation in the capital was forged by Xiao Bin, whose iron fists had established their name. Later, Xiao Bin devoted himself to practicing Xing Yi Quan and finally achieved the Hua Jin realm through his understanding of the art.
To this day, the Xiao family had earned a place in the capital, a city teeming with hidden talents and unspoken dangers.
With a Hua Jin stage cultivator in charge, the Xiao family disciples felt emboldened to act arrogantly.
"Quick! Quick, invite the Old Master!"
Two braking sounds, followed by this urgent cry.
The usual serene tranquility of the Xiao family was shattered.
Dong~
"The Old Master is in seclusion and will see no one."
A deep, powerful voice echoed amidst the lingering resonance of a bell.
"It's a matter of life and death! The eldest grandson is on the verge of death!"
"Hurry and get out of the way, get out of the way!"
"It's Xiao Yiying! They're carrying Xiao Yiying."
...
These hurried shouts sent the Xiao family into an uproar.
"Silence!"
The deep voice spoke again, this time with a hint of displeasure, directed at the Xiao family disciples.
Bang!
A muffled thud.
A stone door in a rock garden in the Xiao family's backyard suddenly opened.
A figure emerged, and in mere seconds, appeared before Zhao Kuang.
The next moment, a pair of withered, wrinkled old hands rested on Xiao Yiying's left wrist.
"Old Master!"
Everyone present bowed their heads in welcome. Aside from Zhao Kuang and a few others supporting Xiao Yiying, everyone else bowed respectfully.
This seemingly frail old man was the Xiao family's pillar, Xiao Bin.
Xiao Bin's two long eyebrows gradually furrowed. With a wave of his hand, he swept Xiao Yiying towards the backyard.
All that remained for the onlookers was a cold snort.
"Xiao family disciples, to what extent have you fallen? What sort of decorum is this?"
A stooped figure strode forward, looking at the Xiao family members present with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
"Elder Gong."
Everyone's hearts trembled, and they respectfully called out.
The Xiao family's Old Master was often in seclusion, rarely appearing, so even Xiao family disciples did not always get to see his true face. Yet, no one present failed to recognize the stooped old man before them.
Gong Chunqiu, Xiao Bin's most trusted confidant.
The one who had served by Xiao Bin's side all along.
To put it bluntly, even the current head of the Xiao family gave him a certain deference.