The next morning

Inside the best inn in the Great Wilderness City.

Zhao Tianfu, the master of Sihai Pavilion, sat upright in a chair in front of the round table.

He stared intently at the empty table in front of him.

He, who was usually so composed, now showed a nervous expression like a child.

Zhao Jing, the young master of the Four Seas Pavilion, looked puzzled and asked, "Father, who are you inviting to this banquet? Why are you so nervous? Could it be that this person is someone of great importance?"

This father, who doesn't particularly like dressing up, was acting strangely today. He got up early in the morning and dressed up like a newlywed young lady.

It was called dressing up, but it was really just removing all the dirt from her body and combing up her sparse strands of hair.

Zhao Tianfu forced a smile and looked at Zhao Jing. He then sighed slightly, reached out and patted his youngest son's head. "Whether my Four Seas Pavilion can surpass the Sword God Palace to become the number one power in the Desolate Heaven Domain depends on whether you can hold this position after I pass away. It all depends on this one move."

"Could that person be...?"

Upon hearing his father's words, the quick-witted Zhao Jing immediately realized that this grand ceremony was probably to welcome that person.

You should know that when Zhang Tianjian, the Lord of the Sword God Palace, came, his father, who was used to being slovenly, always greeted him in ordinary clothes. But today, he changed into a magnificent robe that he only wore during the sacrificial ceremony.

Zhao Tianfu nodded.

His gaze fell on the tightly closed doorway. He placed his hands on his chest, his expression tense for a moment, then relaxed. He exhaled softly and grinned, saying, "Someone come here."

Zhao Jing didn't even hear Zhao Tianfu's voice clearly. The next moment, he saw the door be kicked open and a strong man dressed in brocade clothes barged in somewhat rudely.

When the man saw the Zhao father and son, he entered with a disdainful and arrogant attitude. Zhao Tianfu, far from being offended by such rudeness, hurriedly stood up, bent down, and approached with a fawning smile, saying, "Young Master, Young Master, are you hungry? I'll have the servants serve you some food right away. Do you have any dietary restrictions?"

As he spoke, he prepared to instruct Zhao Jing to have the servants serve the dishes.

Zhao Jing made no move.

Seeing Zhao Tianfu bowing and scraping before a man his own age filled him with an indescribable sorrow.

He hesitated for a long time, and Zhao Tianfu, fearing that he might neglect Wu Ming, was about to urge him sternly when Wu Ming spoke up with a hint of arrogance.

"No need, I've already had breakfast. Just tell me what you need. I'm busy, I don't have time for pleasantries."

As the saying goes, one shouldn't hit a smiling face, but Wu Ming's tone was anything but polite.

But Zhao Tianfu showed no dissatisfaction whatsoever. Instead, he smiled and said, "I have a small matter to discuss with you."

"explain."

Zhao Tianfu said, "I heard that the Divine Realm is looking for a person to lead the Desolate Heaven Domain. I wonder if they have decided on a candidate?"

As he spoke, he personally poured tea for Wu Ming, his movements slow, and his gaze occasionally drifted towards Wu Ming with a fawning smile.

A Saint-level martial artist was so humble and subservient before a mere Dharma Aspect Realm martial artist.

Faced with the tea offered by Zhao Tianfu with both hands, Wu Ming glanced at it casually before looking away. He then looked at Zhao Jing standing to the side and asked, "Is this your child?"

A condescending tone.

Zhao Tianfu smiled, and seeing that Zhao Jing was expressionless, he quickly walked over, pulled Zhao Jing aside, and whispered, "Quickly, the young master is asking you a question, speak properly."

Zhao Jing was somewhat unaccustomed to this, and still maintained a cold expression, calmly observing everything.

Having grown accustomed to being high and mighty, this was the first time he had to be humble and subservient in front of someone.

Under Zhao Tianfu's semi-coercion, he had no choice but to lower his head and say, "My name is Zhao Jing."

"good."

Wu Ming simply nodded and smiled meaningfully, "I heard you have twins, a boy and a girl. The boy is indeed handsome and dashing, so the girl must be just as good-looking. Come on, let me meet her."

Zhao Tianfu's expression changed slightly.

He had long heard of Wu Ming's reputation for being a womanizer. Ever since the boy came to the Desolate Heaven Domain, he had been sticking to Ye Mujiu's side. Now that he was suddenly asking about the girl, he must have some wicked thoughts.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Tianfu waved to Zhao Jing and said, "Go and find your sister."

"No."

Zhao Jing's expression changed, and his voice rose a few decibels, "I'm not going."

"Not going?"

The speaker was Wu Ming, who was looking at Zhao Tianfu with a mocking gaze. "Zhao Tianfu, you've failed in your parenting. If I dared to talk back to my father, he would beat me to death. But you haven't done anything. It's hard for me not to think that this is your doing."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Tianfu also heard about the dissatisfaction expressed in Wu Ming's words.

Even though he knew the latter was just teasing him and playing a trick on him, he had to do as the other person said because he needed their help.

He closed his eyes and said, "Go to the family discipline building to receive the family discipline, twenty strokes of the cane."

Wu Ming chuckled and said sarcastically, "Oh, so you're just being protective, huh? Twenty? Are you trying to impress me or just trying to appease me?"

Zhao Tianfu's face hardened, and he said in a forceful tone, "Then we'll give you forty."

With just this one sentence, Zhao Jing's family discipline was doubled.

Zhao Jing glared at Wu Ming with hatred, but only dared to glance at him before quickly looking away.

Soon, guards from the Four Seas Pavilion came forward and, at Zhao Tianfu's signal, forcibly dragged Zhao Jing away.

At this moment, Zhao Tianfu looked at Wu Ming with a smile and picked up the cup of tea again. "Young Master, you may not know this, but the Family Law Hall uses spiked clubs to carry out family discipline. Fifty strokes are enough to kill someone. Generally, only those who have committed unforgivable crimes are sent there."

"Forty strokes of the rod, even if he doesn't die, will leave him crippled."

After saying this, Wu Ming grinned, a mocking look in his eyes, "So you're blaming me?"

Zhao Tianfu stiffened, gave an awkward smile, and said, "No, no, it was just my humble opinion..."

"I won't say any more, I have to go back. I need to hurry up and take care of the things my father asked me to do."

Wu Ming didn't give Zhao Tianfu a chance to speak again, and got up and walked towards the door.

Seeing this, Zhao Tianfu became anxious and quickly stepped forward to stand in front of Wu Ming, "Young Master, what do you think of our situation..."

"What's wrong?" Wu Ming pretended to be confused.

Zhao Tianfu gave a wry smile, feeling inexplicably under immense pressure.

"Naturally, it's about the Divine Realm having a leader in the Desolate Heaven Domain. After much consideration, I think only my Four Seas Pavilion is the most suitable."