In the City Lord's mansion, five elders with a beautiful woman looked at the handsome young man at the center with faces full of pride.
"Young master, I know if you were around this time, things wouldn't have turned out like this," an elder said with a flattering smile.
"Hmm. Hmm. I agree. With the look and strength of our young master, how could mortals dare to compare with him?" another elder added.
"Hmm…. But I don't understand why Young master went to such lengths to get the Spirit Comms. The prize of the Spirit Comms is even equal to the reward for the top rank. I don't see how that benefits our clan at all," the oldest of the elders said with a slight irritation.
The City Lord's wife looked at the old man without any change in her expression before looking at her son.
Ye Zhen, dressed in well-fitting blue with his hair tied in a bun, looked at the old man and asked, "Please, can you tell me what I should have focused on?"
