If things get too out of hand, it's easy to lose control, and it could end up affecting your family.

I felt the mountain-like pressure on my body being released.

Chen Mingxuan breathed a sigh of relief, forced an awkward smile, and looked at Chen Tian, ​​asking, "Excuse me... this virtuous brother..."

"You are not worthy to be my brother!"

Chen Tianwen's voice was icy.

If the previous events hadn't happened, it wouldn't have mattered if Chen Mingxuan addressed him as a junior.

But now that things have fallen out, he doesn't want to have anything to do with Chen Mingxuan.

As soon as he finished speaking, an awkward expression appeared on Chen Mingxuan's face, and a gloomy look flashed across his eyes.

As the head of the Chen family, he was above all others.

Aside from the top few in Yunzhou, who would dare to speak to him like that?

Moreover, the one speaking was a disciple from a branch lineage.

The Chen family has a tradition that has lasted for over ten thousand years.

There has never been a case of a branch disciple riding on someone's head!

Call me senior!

"Senior Chen... Senior Chen."

In the cultivation world, the only truth is might; whoever has the bigger fist is right.

Although Chen Mingxuan was filled with resentment, he had no choice but to submit to Chen Tianwen's imposing presence.

"May I ask what brings you here, Senior Chen?" Chen Mingxuan asked.

"Let me ask you, around last year, did a family from Qingzhou come seeking your help?"

Chen Tianwen roughly calculated the time: "It should have arrived last December."

Based on the Chen family's pace, it would take them more than half a year to reach the western border of Yunzhou.

It won't be until December at the earliest.

"Senior, please allow us to verify this."