"Boss Zhao, you've hidden well indeed. To think you could enlist the help of two Copper Bone masters at the same time. Father, we've made the right bet this time!"
The speaker was a young man in the Blood Refining Realm, Small Success stage, looking to be in his twenties. His features bore a seven-part resemblance to Zhao Qingcheng—he was none other than Zhao Qingcheng's youngest son, Zhao Yu.
Zhao Yu, in his youth, only saw the surface of the situation.
Zhao Qingcheng, on the other hand, had a mind sharpened through years of toil and scheming. At this moment, his brows were knitted with worry.
Leaning close to Zhao Yu's ear, Zhao Qingcheng whispered, "Did you deliver the letter to the Red Cloud Prefecture family head as I instructed?"
