Weng Batian was also disheartened and followed Old Master Feng for decades.

He is eighty-eight years old this year, but he still looks only in his fifties or sixties, while Old Master Feng, who is the same age as him, looks very old.

"Xiao Yang may not be able to come back."

Old Master Feng said leisurely, "What a pity."

"Brother, he died a worthy death."

Weng Batian respected Old Master Feng very much.

Old Master Feng sighed, "I'm old, and I don't have many years left to live. I used to think I was heartless and no longer cared about these descendants of my family, but seeing my granddaughter suffer such serious injuries and such injustice, I still feel sad."

After a pause, he said angrily, "Tang Xiaobao, this little beast really has the guts to do this. Even if Xiaoxiao is wrong, she is just a girl. Why would he do this? Why would he do this?"

"Brother, let me go to Bazhong."

Weng Batian said suddenly.

"You? No."

Old Master Feng immediately shook his head: "We've already agreed not to interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world. Your appearance will definitely cause a stir in the martial arts world. You've lived peacefully for so many years, and there's no need to come out again."

"Xiao Xiao is your granddaughter, and also my granddaughter."

"No one knows that we are sworn brothers, and she has never called you grandpa."

Weng Batian said seriously, "But I still treat her as my granddaughter. I've made up my mind, so there's no need to persuade me, big brother. I've lived a wonderful life, experiencing all the ups and downs. Now that I'm old, I want to do something."

Old Master Feng looked at his brother of a different surname and didn't know how to answer.