He ate a simple breakfast he made himself, put on a set of clothes that Huo Ling had given him before, and then put the sword box into his spatial ring.

"Going to the Huo family shouldn't require a fight," Jiang Wuyuan thought.

When the young man arrived in the morning light, Huo Qianshan was standing in the study on the second floor of the Huo family manor, looking down.

The transparent glass window reflected Huo Qianshan's calm face, but the occasional complex emotions that flashed in his eyes were mixed with a trace of pain and regret.

Jiang Wuyuan entered the living room under the butler's guidance. Huo Ling ran out of the kitchen excitedly, holding a half-eaten sandwich: "Ice! You're here!"

"Hmm," Jiang Wuyuan responded. "Why haven't I seen Uncle Huo?"

"Ugh, that old bastard." Huo Ling plopped down next to Jiang Wuyuan, the leather sofa bouncing twice. "He barely saw me when I got back yesterday, probably busy with something again."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuyuan felt somewhat puzzled, but he didn't ask any further questions.

However, Huo Qianshan didn't keep the two waiting long this time.

After Huo Ling finished his sandwich, he was walking down from the second floor, dressed neatly.

"Xiao Yuan." Huo Qianshan ignored Huo Ling, who was making faces at him, and looked at Jiang Wuyuan with gentle eyes. "Although we've kept in touch, seeing you healthy in person makes me feel much more at ease. How many days off do you guys take this time?"

Before Jiang Wuyuan could reply, Huo Ling hurriedly interjected, "Father! I already told you this last night!"

Huo Qianshan glanced at him, his expression indifferent: "I forgot, is that not allowed?"

Huo Ling pursed his lips, barely managing to quiet down, and stopped complaining about being forgetful due to old age.

"Take three days off." Jiang Wuyuan glanced helplessly at Huo Ling, who was arguing with Huo Qianshan, and replied.

Huo Qianshan opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately said nothing, instead changing to a more casual topic: "What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll have the kitchen staff arrange it. We have a new chef; I don't know if he'll suit your taste as well as last time."

Jiang Wuyuan wasn't particularly fond of food: "Either is fine."

Huo Ling, who was originally leaning crookedly on the sofa, immediately sat up straight after being looked at by Huo Qianshan: "Dad, I want to eat roasted rabbit meat."

"No magic rabbits, only beef. Take it or leave it."

"?" Huo Ling was full of questions, feeling as if his father no longer loved him.

We used to always have rabbit meat at home, which he loves to eat!

——

Huo Qianshan didn't stay with the two for long before he went to his study under the pretext of official business.

Huo Ling's expression instantly changed, his smile vanishing as he watched Huo Ling's departing figure with a somber look.

What exactly is Old Huo hiding?

As Huo Qianshan's biological son, and having lived with him for nearly twenty years, Huo Ling considers himself the person who understands Huo Qianshan best in the world.

Even though Huo Qianshan had been immersed in officialdom for many years, he was quite adept at hiding his emotions.

But Huo Ling could still see the unease he was trying so hard to hide.

if……

If he were stronger, perhaps he could catch up with them and find out the truth.

Huo Ling would never have imagined that this issue was related to the Night Owl, the world's most powerful evil organization, and he was completely unaware of the relationship between the Huo family and the Night Owl.

He assumed that Huo Qianshan had encountered some difficulties in the workplace—for example, the city lord's mansion had been crammed with several people of questionable backgrounds.

The various constraints in officialdom, especially the involvement of powerful families, made Huo Qianshan hesitant to take any step forward.

Although Huo Qianshan had no intention of letting Huo Ling inherit his mantle, it wouldn't hurt for him to know some of the dirty tricks of officialdom—at least Huo Qianshan didn't want to raise Huo Ling to be an innocent young master who was ignorant of the ways of the world.

Therefore, from the age of twelve, Huo Ling was taken by Huo Qianshan to travel between various families in Shanhai City.

To say that Huo Ling was completely without cunning is utter nonsense.

He understood many principles, and his intelligence made him understand what he could and could not participate in.

As for the matter that was causing Huo Qianshan, a Martial Emperor and the city lord of Shanhai City, such a headache, Huo Ling knew that he, a mere martial artist, had no need to go and invite trouble.

Huo Ling didn't come to his senses until Huo Qianshan's figure disappeared at the top of the stairs.

He composed himself and smiled at Jiang Wuyuan: "Looks like I'll only be able to see my father at lunchtime."

Jiang Wuyuan understood his elders' busy schedule, just like when his parents guarded the border, they would be gone for months at a time.

So he calmly turned to look at Huo Ling: "Do you have a training room at home?"

"Hey, hey." Huo Ling instantly put on a dead fish expression. "Don't tell me you're on vacation but still have to train."

Jiang Wuyuan's indifferent gaze seemed to say: Is there any reason why not?

"Alright, alright." Huo Ling reluctantly got up and led Jiang Wuyuan to his training room.

All the facilities at the Huo family's residence were of a very high standard; at least in Jiang Wuyuan's opinion, they were much more advanced than the training room in his villa in the Chonghua residential area.

Not only are the materials used for the walls more durable and the area they occupy larger, but they also have a large stock of both common and uncommon training machines.

Jiang Wuyuan glanced at the machines with a gleam in his eyes.

Seeing this, Huo Ling raised an eyebrow and patiently explained to him: "This is a machine that can detect strength—of course, I'm not referring to the value in the bracelet, but rather how much strength you can exert under normal circumstances."

Jiang Wuyuan became interested: "How do we test it?"

"Hit it here." Huo Ling pointed to a sandbag-like object in the center of the machine. "Swing your fist hard at it, and then a number will be displayed."

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