After leaving the hospital, Zhuang Zeqian hurried back home without stopping.
In the villa atop Taiping Mountain, preparations were underway to welcome an esteemed guest, which was why Zhuang Zeqian returned in such haste.
"Father."
Zhuang Zeqian approached an elderly man standing with a cane, whose kind and benevolent face belied the youthful light still shining in his eyes.
He was none other than the patriarch of Xiangjiang's most prestigious family, known as 'Ban City'—Zhuang Chaoren.
"How is Kuun's injury?"
"He's not seriously hurt, just a bit mentally exhausted."
"Have you gotten to the bottom of things?"
"Yes, I've investigated. It was because Kuun had a conflict with someone at the auction and wanted to retaliate later. However, the other party sensed the hostility and taught him a small lesson, it wasn't intentionally directed at us."
