“Jun Zijian, you had some sense in what you said earlier, but what you said later… ha!” Jun Xiandan shook his head contemptuously.

That tone of voice definitely sounded like someone talking to an idiot.

"Jun Xian Dan, how dare you talk to me like that? Do you believe I'll do that to her right in front of you right now..." Jun Zi Jian was furious and grabbed Zhao Qing Lian's collar, trying to pull it down.

"You brought her to me just to show off your superiority, didn't you?" Jun Xiandan interrupted Jun Zijian calmly, looking at him indifferently.

He was still the same emaciated person.

But in that instant.

Zhao Qinglian seemed to see again the wise, brave, and confident young master of the Jun family from the past. Her eyes revealed boundless tenderness and admiration, and even in the face of danger or death, she felt at peace.

"What... what do you mean?" Jun Zijian asked suspiciously, loosening his grip on Zhao Qinglian's collar slightly. "You're in this state. The clan has already confiscated all the properties under your name. You have nothing now. Do you think you can give me anything? I wasn't fooled into this!"

"Hmph, you know I'm the former young master, and how wealthy I used to be." Jun Xiandan proudly raised his head, his smile mysterious: "Even a cunning rabbit has three burrows. Do you really think I only have the assets my family gave me?"

"Even if you still have some money, so what? It certainly isn't much. Otherwise, why have you stayed here quietly as a prisoner all these years without trying to pull some strings to escape?"

Junzi Jian's face seemed to say, "You can't fool me," but his darting eyes betrayed the fact that he had already been tempted by greed.

Another half hour later.

Junzi Jian, with his hands behind his back, emerged alone from the Jun family dungeon, swaying and humming a little tune.

"Brother, where is that woman?" Jun Zilan rushed over upon hearing the news, just as Jun Zijian came out.

"They've locked him up inside," Jun Zijian said dismissively.

"Where are you locked up?" Jun Zilan asked with concern.

"Where else can I lock him up? Naturally, I'll lock him up as far away from Jun Xiandan as possible," Jun Zijian said, swaying back and forth with his hands behind his back, in a very good mood.

Hearing this, Jun Zilan felt relieved: "That's good. We can't let these two meet, or the young master will be unhappy."

Jun Zijian secretly curled the corner of his mouth, but replied aloud, "That's for sure."

Two months later.

Wuying and Wuhen searched the vicinity of the Zhao and Jun families in Pancheng for so long that their legs became thin, but they still couldn't find out any information about Zhao Qinglian or Jun Xiandan.

Neither of them dared to use the common practices of ordinary people, such as spending money to inquire about information or to bribe officials.

They only realized what it truly meant when they arrived here: there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding.

Although Pancheng is just the capital of a secret realm, Foundation Establishment cultivators are everywhere here, and you can encounter a Core Formation cultivator every hundred steps or so.

There are quite a few cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage, not to mention those powerful beings whose cultivation levels are completely unfathomable.

Wuying and Wuhen are incredibly clever in the vacuum, but completely clueless, and have no way to spend their money.

"What should we do? Are we really going to abandon the Dowager Consort and go to Danling Continent to find the Prince and Princess Consort first, and then come with the Prince and Princess Consort to rescue the Dowager Consort and Lord Jun?" Wuhen didn't consider himself as clever as Wuying, and was used to listening to Wuying's opinions in everything.

"Those people seem a bit off. Let's observe them for a few more days," Wuying said, staring at a few stalls not far ahead.